It’s like an avalanche when you see it
His hands cupped to the sides of his mouth
The mountain comes crashing down
The stones are mixed in the snow like
The pebbles in the snowballs you used to throw
And they overtake the town
And all the buildings fall over
And the dust is a warning sign
So that everyone downhill can get clear
Because light travels faster than death
At least for now
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