Call me crazy, should you now for I am here, and I don’t know how.
Two drops of water, not too far away
chimed through the rocks, got stuck in the way.
Two 'strangers' slipped on the damn 'nuisance'
And for all they knew, this was just a coincidence.
Talk, they could for they had a lot to laugh at.
But then, they thought, “Where’s the fun in that?”
Like glaciers, they could melt away, leave behind this moraine
And they did try, it’s just that they slipped again.
Call us crazy, should they now.
For we are here, and we know just how.
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