Stunning and dark are
The lines the curves and the pits of my withered stone
Across the mountain river beds that it has travelled
Thrashed and brutalised it was
How could life treat it so well
Cloaking the hits and bloodsheds with perfume of wise
The mystifying song has a lot of grief
Cutting and sledging is all it has known
Stunning and dark are
The lines the curves and the pits of my withered stone
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