We're tired and coldÂ
but our heart are beating to their mostÂ
as if we've never ever lived before.Â
Behind this shack,Â
see, O, My Love!Â
He's father of height.Â
He's standing on quietness,Â
staring that we are too small and mortalÂ
to be embraced.Â
I heard his call before we went down,
begged me to pickÂ
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