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There was a time
When the mountains held their place
They stood in line
They waited at the gates

No-one could see
No terrain, no risen rock
No feet could find
Neither hurdle nor road-block

The hills awoke
The cliffs got growing pains
The Earth is broke
and the mountains had their way

They kissed the ground
and they watched it from above.
Now I’m around
and I see no way to run

We float
On the breeze
We are held to a ransom
We are boats
On the reeds
Waiting for the waves

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