the mountain peak raises majestically
towards the infinite sky
the beak pecks at the time
there is no confine
Benbulbin, Benbulbin you glare my eyes
I shout for joy at seeing you
before you were only a dream
a beam of light on your ridge
suspending time and space you are a bridge
towards what has been and shall be
the beauty that will never vanish
as long as there are wondering eyes
ready to catch it
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