| Two Mountains |
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| Winter is young and timid |
| Hiding in september’s arms |
| A shred of dusk, a scrap of dawn |
| I’ll weave these moments into a song |
| When icicles bare their teeth |
| We’re shivering in the street |
| Our booming hearts are waxing |
| Our breath is curling |
| With summer’s benevolence |
| Came an overbearing silence |
| An unforgiving distance |
| One string supporting two mountains |
