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The mountain’s man, once day,

Abandoned his cave

And went, to look the Way,

Where sway the flying breeze a move has.

Light spilt dark fetters within,

The lunar wintry coast,

That you’re maybe a lost.

Man, in loads cavil space

Forgot, with this, the griefs.

He went out in Stars World,

Which is very busy lot forgot?

The flying singly sounds

Where it is snowmen

Was warmed his around.