As a wise man once wrote, "I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." Or, to put it another way: "You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal..."
Hmm.
"Landslide"
I took my love and I took it down,
Climbed a mountain and turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
'Til the landslide brought it down
Oh, mirror in the sky, What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don't know, I don't know
Well, I've been afraid of changing
Because I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder,
Even children get older
And I'm getting older, too
So, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well, the landslide will bring it down
The landslide will bring it down...
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