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THE MOUNTAIN ANGELS
He who has loved the mountain angelsIs always lonely-hearted;
He will hear them rustle, rustle,
Their wings against the pane;
He will hear them singing, singing,
Far, far upon Sun Mountain,
While he is hid in cities,
Brooding in the rain.
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