Two mountains made there places
and sat there where they were raised,
Neither would have guessed there fates
standing stubborn in there ways,
Until dawn of one fair day
which did bring them face to face,
Never had they wanted more
to move nearer from their place,
With each day they found themselves
welling more, then more anxious,At once both began to wale
with tears nothing could vanquish,
And as they cried the streams ran
from eyes and down stone faces,
falling cross the rolling lands
and into all low places,
Finally, on one bright night
in the valley the streams collide
Bellow a great globe of white
they made their vows and ties.
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