Broken lines
The humor of the mountain
Earth, and then a son
There is now invisibility in the world
Mountain is not who came before
You know this, because there is sorrow in the heart
Even so, it is here that you are yourself again
And you are quiet
Broken lines
The humor of the mountain
Earth, and then a son
There is now invisibility in the world
Mountain is not who came before
You know this, because there is sorrow in the heart
Even so, it is here that you are yourself again
And you are quiet
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