Alright my dear, dear Mountain,
Shall we talk? At least that which must be,
It takes two to tango, or so they say,
And it isn't just about the dance, you see.
We held the ends of the rainbow,
And our laughter echoed off each other,
Treacherous crags and dried pines didn't hurt,
As the sunshine healed us and caressed us like feather.
And when there were tears, my dear do you remember?
We made rivers from the water run down many a slope,
And as the water made good escape, we laughed,
And the sun rose to wipe the tears off and give us hope.
Today, the echo is now an echo in every sense,
For all I've heard in a while is my own voice,
The rainbow is heavy, and sans hold, it sways wildly,
And I helpless watch as I decay in silence's deafening noise.
The pines drill through me without mercy or care,
And along my dark slope, craggy rocks madly race,
The sun refuses to shine, for it says it needs both,
Will you rise, or will I bleed and whither, and die a disgrace?
Shall we talk? At least that which must be,
It takes two to tango, or so they say,
And it isn't just about the dance, you see.
We held the ends of the rainbow,
And our laughter echoed off each other,
Treacherous crags and dried pines didn't hurt,
As the sunshine healed us and caressed us like feather.
And when there were tears, my dear do you remember?
We made rivers from the water run down many a slope,
And as the water made good escape, we laughed,
And the sun rose to wipe the tears off and give us hope.
Today, the echo is now an echo in every sense,
For all I've heard in a while is my own voice,
The rainbow is heavy, and sans hold, it sways wildly,
And I helpless watch as I decay in silence's deafening noise.
The pines drill through me without mercy or care,
And along my dark slope, craggy rocks madly race,
The sun refuses to shine, for it says it needs both,
Will you rise, or will I bleed and whither, and die a disgrace?
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