On The Hill
a thousand black hairs fall out
It feels like a thousand spruce trees are jumping
A thousand sorrows on a beautiful face
A thousand wounds that broke my heart
There I found an open hill.
A thousand fine firs sigh
The river cuts through the clear hummer.
We both live in it
On The Hill
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