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Mountains are not our thing For beings so small as we are. But a handful of earth Really, a pinch of it, our hands can handle. If cherishing the fading photograph Of your face and and it's frown Be the last thing I do Then I'd do it gladly and with all my might.
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
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Mountains are not our thing For beings so small as we are. But a handful of earth Really, a pinch of it, our hands can handle. If cherishing the fading photograph Of your face and and it's frown Be the last thing I do Then I'd do it gladly and with all my might.
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
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