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Some people say that it's all just conjecture
Like trying to synthesise undergrad lectures
With the wrought-iron balconies
In Greenwich this Spring
There's a schism, a chasm of language
Between the taste and the thought of this sandwich
Between the thing and the myth I make
To feign meaningfulness

Mountain is and mountain was
I am all of the above
Don't cast aside, dare to cleave
To the marrow of belief

How absurd just to live in this body
In this town and not south Nagasaki
Or anywhere else with a name
Unknown to myself
In Tibet I'd be bowing to Buddha
At Kachemak Bay, I'd see pods of belugas
With light pouring into my eyes
And no image the same

Mountain is and mountain was
I am all of the above
Don't cast aside, dare to cleave
To the marrow of belief

Oh, to have a distilled sense of sensing
Does the banshee get tired of lamenting?
Daisies can't become daffodils
So why should that become this?
Yet I feel your love carve through the waters
'Round the landscape of somebody's daughter
You call me peninsula
An island no more

Mountain is and mountain was
I am all of the above
Don't cast aside, dare to cleave
To the marrow of belief

When you go over, I'll go under
When you go over, I'll go under
Don't let our vessels be carried asunder
When you go over, when you go over
When you go over (Go, go), I'll go under (Go, go)
When you go over (Go, go), I'll go under (Go, go)
Don't let our vessels (Go, go) be carried asunder (Go, go)
When you go over (Go, go), when you go over (Go, go)

Mountain is and mountain was
I am all of the above
Don't cast aside, dare to cleave
To the marrow of belief
Mountain is and mountain was
I am all of the above
Don't cast aside, dare to cleave
To the marrow of belief

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