“Up on the Mountain, I would go,
It would sing to me tales untold.
All day I listened to
Ages of rain and weight,
Travelers lost and desperate,
Wind that twirls and howls and blows.
Down the Moutain I should go,
Find the ones that are waiting.
Tears and hope dance in their heart,
Do they know I won’t come back?
For I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
If I leave I can’t come back.”
Complaint of the Tamzian Monk, Anonymous
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