The shadow of purple mountains
And forgetfulness
There is nothing more,
The humming of the valleys
And my aching heart.
We are now
Heading back to the start
Only in the history of tribe and heritage/descent,
At the top of this mountain
The sadness we find
Is not ours
It is the past’s…

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