Steeper and steeper.
I know she thinks of me, far off,
And wilts with longing, like summer grass.
Maybe if the mountains would bow down
I could see her again,
Standing in our doorway.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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Leonard Durso 
I love this one – but there are mountains in the way.
I love this – but there are always som,e mountains in the way
Both literally and figuratively.
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I think I responded to the right one.
So beautiful! Thank you
Yes, this one especially lingers.