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I was lost in the lakes

And the shapes that your body makes

That your body makes, that your body makes

That your body makes

 

The mountains said I could find you here

They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear

I traced my finger along your trails

Your body was the map, I was lost in it

 

Floating over your rocky spine

The glaciers made you, and now you're mine

 

I was moving across your frozen veneer

The sky was dark but you were clear

Could you feel my footsteps

And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you?

 

And with your soft fingers between my claws

Like purity against resolve

I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay

And came from the rocks for the earth to display

 

They told me to be careful up there

Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair

They told me to be careful up there

Where the wind rages through your hair



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