And the oak is old as time
So low and so mighty so slow and so
Slow that you can never really watch them grow
How does a mountain grow?
It's always been there
You wouldn't know
True power, the energy to move a nation
Doesn't just spark up
There is no amount of patience
No anticipation
You let it grow
And while I may not be an inferno
My love will move mountains
Because my love grows slow
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