O Mountains

You call, I leave I'm right at your feet Stunned forever I stand beneath I fade, I vanish I die out into you Like flowers I wither And become one with you

Wheels on fire

Long lay the tracks and everyone's running No pits, no halts no destination it seems Far from somewhere a scent wafts over The old placid world still extends over A lamp from this world kindles a passion and desire It keeps me going while I set my wheels on fire

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