Tucked in Alpine Meadows Songs slip on crick beds And sun glistens in Sounds of Stone Grasshoppers that Shall never fall silent As they seek destiny o

Tucked in
Alpine Meadows
Songs slip on crick beds
And sun glistens in
Sounds of Stone Grasshoppers that
Shall never fall silent
As they seek destiny on
The Alma
Our range
We call home
keeping time by rasping heaven's
door.
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