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I was a log in the wavesLast time you saw meEnd over end I was thrownI endlessly groaned, hold my handWon't someone come surf me?And of course no one cameYou stood and watched The wash of water wedge me hopelessly into the sea wallAnd there I stayedAnd quickly decayedAnd we all swapped moleculesNow with a wave of my handI command you to see meI'm more like a mountain this timeA moving alpine, decked in fogI'm concealed in snow cloudsYou're the farmer belowAnd if you've seen my face onceThen through twelve cloudy monthsYou will know that I'm there behind curtainsYou'll know mountain lightThrough thick mouths of nightSee me From Letras Mania