Oh depth over distance every time, my dear
And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods
But it’s the roots that will bind us here,
To the ground
And depth over distance was all I asked of you
And I may be foolish to fall as I do
There’s strength in the blindness you fear
If you’re coming too
Bob Dylan, 1975
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