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  1. And the lyrics…

    it’s nothing that i would proclaim from the highest mountain
    nor should i be ashamed of my eye dropper fountains
    the melting snow should only cover the tips
    but it’s you i dreamt of in the wind

    the pot of water on the stove is about to boil
    i’m waiting for a cup of tea to sooth my soul
    aren’t i worried? won’t you prepare?
    can’t you see that the sun is beginning to stare?
    sure, but the moon will keep on spinning round

    should we eat at all tonight my friend?
    i don’t see the point, only the other end
    my side of the mountain is going away
    and you won’t be the last to try and save

    its nothing i would proclaim from the highest mountain
    it’s no great secret i’ll be gone and forgotten
    but the moon with still go on my friend
    and the moon with still go on

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