permanent range

This world is just a reflection / of a world that exists on a permanent plain / things come and they go / like the sun and the rain / we live and we die / cities rise and fall / even mountains in their own way gradually change / we walk around and wonder / but will never really know why / until we plant our feet again / on the permanent range.

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