I see the stone,
And I can say about
The stone-life.
Stone sings, stone walks,
Stone fly, stone swings,
Stone smiles, stone weeps.
You believe or not
I see the stone-fish,
Stone-tree, stone-river.
Stone is everywhere, I see.
But I am not in stone-age.
And I know without stone,
Life is a mirage.
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