Echo on the Mountain Top
the boy knew not from which they flew
a stone from me, a knife from you
and so the boy fell into fold
so blind he was to ice and cold
that when the fire indeed was done
there lay beneath a setting sun
the boy who waits for time to stop
an echo on the mountaintop
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