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Mt Shasta

My Everest, my Matterhorn, my Sinai Towers in the distance above the land Snowy crown soft white against the sky How gracefully she reaches out her hand And touches me, and I could nearly cry So awe-inspired that I cannot bear To turn away and finally say goodbye And yet I know that she is always there.

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