On a lonely mountain i lay
Spellbound to the blissful nature
It was the merriest of beauties to say
In it I forget my disdainful torture
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How stark is the difference between the contemptible life we live and the beauty that is so far away from it. But sadly, the reality that remains unchanged is that contemptible life. we all keep coming back to it.
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How stark is the difference between the contemptible life we live and the beauty that is so far away from it. But sadly, the reality that remains unchanged is that contemptible life. we all keep coming back to it.