so what’s your story stranger?
what do you see
before your eyes
as you gaze at the
clouds gathering
over our bleak mountainside?
lush fields in the
floodplains
or do you see faraway
seas?
or is it the air
of some distant
mountain that you
breathe?
because, though
foreign to my ear
it cannot be but
that melancholy tune
takes you to a
sweetheart faraway
whom you cannot
meet too soon
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