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I sit on top of a boulder
the stream is icy cold
quiet joys hold a special
charm
bare cliffs in the fog
enchant
this is such a restful place
the sun goes down
and tree shadows sprawl
I watch the ground
of my mind
and a lotus comes out
of the mud
The Collected Songs
of Cold Mountain
May 13th, 2006 by
jack
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