Upon the mountain, there she stands...
Ghost like in a white drifting dress...
Off to afar she stairs...
In the distance, where the sunset shines...
Lighting...
As the sun fades dark thunderheads fill the sky...
She controls them...
There like a herd of white stallions, running feirce...
Then she begins to cry...
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