I ran and sat and tumbled down,
Because it was hills I loved so much.
I loved to scale higher points,
To the top of the highest high.
I ran and sat and tumbled down.
I liked to read at the top of the hill.
I liked to write at the top too.
I studied my books over there,
And liked to run and sit and tumble down.
I like the hill because it was mine.
I was the only one this hill was used to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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