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A creeping fog blankets the mountain peaks,
as her lips sing the words of love she speaks,
echoes of voices over rocks as it bounced,
as the message heard from her announced,
flowing through the clouded mists of white,
with him holding a cloth in his hands so tight,
sewed words she is speaking now from above,
to sing to the world in echoes of her love,
overlapping sounds change what is said,
saying something else instead,
from positive words to negative threat,
being so far away he can never forget,
once a sweet voice from her loving soul,
is now breaking his heart to fall in a hole,
the cloth floats down with ease so slow,
as he doesn't leave a track to follow.