Stones drip down mountains sides, falling off cliffs called time


    The stone giant watches, able to do nothing but see


    Oh! How she long’s to catch the stones.


    How she longs to place them on the ledges of her back


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    All she can do is stand and wait for the sky’s salty tears.


    The sky’s salty tears to become her own,


    And drip down her massive face.


    She mourns the people she’s seen fall


    She mourns the stones that have fallen off the cliffs called time.


    And she mourns people that have been unable to finish their climb.