There is a mountain in her eyes
That I am afraid to climb.
Running down is a river I drink from
That tastes like tears.
I hear a flute playing at the summit
As if calling me near.
But every time I begin to climb,
I am disabled by doubt and fear.
To climb is to emote the truth.
Take the first step with humility.
She will greet you with a song.
She will greet you with a song.
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