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I was a small mound
and the sky I did not see.
So how could I have known
what love is suppose to be.
I became the hill
that dreamed of clouds to touch
but rain always fell
and the sun didn't shine so much.
Now I am a mountain
my peak reaches miles high.
I've pierced the clouds to feel the sun
and now you are my sky.
and the sky I did not see.
So how could I have known
what love is suppose to be.
I became the hill
that dreamed of clouds to touch
but rain always fell
and the sun didn't shine so much.
Now I am a mountain
my peak reaches miles high.
I've pierced the clouds to feel the sun
and now you are my sky.
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