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Hill Ranges

A world hidden in the slopes
The richness of natural abundance in the cascades
Beautiful trees perched in the harsh terrains

Downhill, the water gushes when it rains
Now with fertile topsoil going to waste, erosion
With man’s ignorance and greed, the trees were fell

From the bottom, the peak seems so near
All but an optical illusion
When the clouds form, the hilltop disappears

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