Into this narrow strip of time
Where the light pours calmly down
Between the highest mountains
And the bottom of the seas
Eight miles up and eight miles down
The distance it takes to get to town
And return with some living done
Something for supper and eager sleep
But could you run that far for love
Sixteen miles from the roof to the floor
If your life depended on it
And launch out higher deeper
Past the boundary of the stars
And moon-like sink the seas
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