Unperturbed in my lofty perch,
I look down the smoky cauldron,
Of conceit, lies, and deceptions.
I am yet another kind of rock,
Unmoved by the rushing current,
In my spirit, there's full strength.
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am yet another kind of rock, Unmoved by the rushing current, In my spirit, there's full strength. new trasitory vision....