I press my backbone into the mountain
my backbone
the mountain
It's all the same stuff
The stuff of stars

See, this is my place
this rock
this stream
This good dog
she and I are direct descendants in a unbroken line
of life

That started in muck
and exploded across this planet!

one day I got to sit on a rock
on the side of a mountain
by a waterfall
with a sweet dog and think of stars as my elements
and a mountain as my backbone

You just can't make this stuff up

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