There is a whole mountainAnd a river runs through itIf you split my mountain wideYou would find many riversAmong flocks of non-white dovesAnd non-temptable mortalsThe kingdom is much more realAnd the beauty is endlessOnly when tightened beyond recallIs your necklace a blessingLeave your pearls in the seaYou undeserved bitchYou are not worthy of such a treasureMy hand on your heart, I know there is a beatingIn this oh so bleak landscapeThere are many mountains... but not so much water.My kingdom