the highest mountain deep inside the wild old forest?
The song of birds crying should be my lullaby
For me, the mountain, to stop coughing with the cold-cold nighty wind
Only sad bird song will save my dream
And also the drumming of the wood, the logs, the leafs,
Some souls lost inside this net
And also I, the mountain, high and lonely
Inside oneself beauty
The hidden world of music, green and peach clouds of sunset.
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