Firm as the old Redwood
Keeping in the mind as the beatless stream
Ever do I have such desire, my past answers No
I have cried, smiled
Felling agony, feeling ecstasy
Changes appear
Fall and rise repeated
The greenish wood of the sphere,
Open airy field, or
River makes the eyes insane
I care not, but, day and night took me where not.
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