All the dusts and moles piling onEvery bit of murky oil dripping downToo much of a burden, you say.
Go then,Into the woodsOnto the mountaintopWherever you mayGo.
I've placed a rope for youTo hang onto the sky above the World.A line connected to the Universe, indeedListening to your voice, calling back"I know."
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