so there we are
cleave me through that mountain pass
along the path besides the stream
where some are in flower yes
and some have gone to seed
there is that little bridge we cross
across the stream of consciousness
beyond which cares are washed down stream
and life lifts high in the mountain air
far across there is that cottage where
we always look to see who’s there
year after year and here we are again
we love it for it is always all we need
so there we are
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