Kissing The Mountain
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James McLain
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The fog drapes, kissing the mountains it hides.
and the rose inside the green house he weeps.
You want love it sleeping, deep there inside.
Believing his hungry hand won’t ever find you.
Do you believe it and I can’t ever know it, it won’t show it.
What I believe of your love it consumes me, it is more.
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