| Mountain Queen.
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| Somewhere up the mountain, stretching out his furcate arms to chase the
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| sparrows from the sky, there lived a treeman, waiting for someone to take his
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| place, but no one ever passes by.
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| Waving with his leaves of gold and green, whispering endless letters to his
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| Mountain Queen, but no one ever reached that heart of stone, she’s so alone.
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| Slumbering mountain maiden, watch her as a golden sunset.
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| Suddenly sets her tops on fire.
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| She wears an antfly apron abd honey-dew abd fragant flowers are filling Thomas
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| with desire.
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| Somewhere underneath that chasmic skin morning goblins waiting till the day
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| begins.
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| But no one will reach that heart of stone, she’s so alone.
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| But when I’m in youre cradle, you are so good to me, yes you are.
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| All my stresses will sooon be fadin' away.
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| And the things you do to me make me feel it’s good to be beack, good to be back
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| home.
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| Come to my house tomorrow and I’ll show you the morning glory.
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| Walk the velvet valleys with your love, so fair.
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| The sun creeps up the chalkhill.
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| Placid stand the planetrees rising on forever, in the sky so bright.
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| Take your time and join me and I’ll tell you an endless story.
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| Rest your head beside me in that fadin' light.
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| I have seen them come and go again.
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| Fierce and gentle.
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| Stack bodies in my skin till they pine away and the new life begins.
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| Years of waiting made me wise and blind.
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| Rain of ages, drained and tranquillized my mind.
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| Oh, you should have seen how the orange meets green.
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| How the orange meets green.
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| How the orange meets green.
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| How the orange meets green… |