In the land of Oden, there stands a mountain,
One thousand miles in the air.
From edge to edge, this mountain measures
One thousand miles square.
A little bird comes winging,
Once in every million years,
Sharpens his beak on the mountain,
And swiftly disappears.
Thus when this mountain was worn away,
This to eternity will be one single day.
In the land of Oden, there stands a mountain,
One thousand miles in the air.
From edge to edge, this mountain measures
One thousand miles square.
A little bird comes winging,
Once in every million years,
Sharpens his beak on the mountain,
And swiftly disappears.
Thus when this mountain was worn away,
This to eternity will be one single day.
Will be one single day.

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