Marvellously,
Downpour,
Whirlwind!
The cold blows from the scarttering winds,
But don't stop on your dreams until you get enough.
Mountain goats,
Inward parts,
Harden like a stone!
And like the cloud of displine in the land of your muse,
But don't stop on your dreams until you get enough.
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