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The Fleet Foxes song reminded me of this poem of Milosz:

Love 
  
Love means to learn to look at yourself 
The way one looks at distant things 
For you are only one thing among many. 
And whoever sees that way heals his heart, 
Without knowing it, from various ills. 
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend. 
Then he wants to use himself and things 
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness. 
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves: 
Who serves best doesn't always understand.

~ Czeslaw Milosz ~

 (Collected Poems)