Perhaps I'll get over loving you
Like I'd love
Sailing a clipper ship
All by myself
But after loving you this way
It's like sipping brandy
At the bottom
Of the Matterhorn
After days of struggle
To the peak
All by myself
You are no clipper ship
No mountain high
And it is especially fine
You also love climbing up
And sailing down
All by yourself with me
Perhaps I'll get over it
Loving you this way
And that way
Baby,
You are no single mountain
But an entire endless range
Leaping on your slopes
Dancing through your valleys
Resting in your hollows
Slipping on your mossy damp
Into your deepest spring
Is better than any mountain
I've ever seen
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