What we know of one another
You could put on the tip
Of a mountain in clouds
Waiting for the sun to break through
You could build a little monument
A tent of stones at the peak
Of all that's been
Forgotten in getting here
Just to find more mountains
Folding down like wings
Maybe only there at the edge
Of one another can we touch
What knowledge cannot bring
I could love you that much
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