If you can't stop the weather,
grow gills and breathe the rain
If you can't climb the mountain
stay low and learn to love the plains
If your heart is keeping locked up
the secrets you wish you knew
then shrink up small, darkly made,
and become a secret, too
Nothing else is out there.
This is all you get
So grow gills and plains and hidden parts,
and make the most of it
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