In my soul I hear voices,
Upon this mountain I have seen.
Eons of lives being toiled over,
Sowing, reaping, rejoicing and crying.
The stiff chill wind blows fierce,
As I watch the world below.
Always knowing just how strong,
To clear away the filthy trace.
Creation pushed upon this plain,
This monolithic high tor tower.
From whence I gaze upon you all,
And from where I get my power.
The lofty heights console me now,
So lowly I have felt a while.
And given all this beauty here,
That I can share my smile.
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