the chill evening song of these lost mountains
soothes my brittle heart into brief and welcome slumber
i am as far away as one might ever be
from those and that which caused me joy and woe
my love for thee has long been one i'd surely die for
though not deep enough it seems, that i might choose to live
i know you're there, i often hear thy gentle breathing
your heartfelt blessings float on every hillside breeze
but fickle fate has shown i cannot bear your presence
and so tis by my absence that i may best serve thee
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