Often a muse for my paintbrushes
and innumerable canvas papers.
I am being summoned
to paint, in my eyes these mountains now.
So, way up yonder north,
live these dignified majestic peaks.
Oh! Am I being summoned,
to be humbled by these mountains now?
Intact white, garbed in snow.
Where drums breathe heavily,
fires dance untamed,
and rivers sway green and blue.
Before I resign.
Before I run out of breath,
I am being summoned
I am being summoned
to perish gracefully at these mountains now.
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