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Tucked in with wind
and buzzing flies
Two plastic wires
(The mountains) suffer from insomnia
Large operasingers
are standing outside
The mountains
have a fever
My mountains are singing deliriously
My mountains are singing deliriously
My mountains are singing deliriously
Aroma of roses and wild strawberries
The mountains can't come in at night
That you in a cold state receive them
It's cold to have stars for a ceiling
The mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains
have a fever
My mountains
fever
My mountains are singing deliriously