"On my riverbed, the firm solace of stones brings color to song words have only color to live by words whose peopling will not Touch any sky until three more songs are dawned by the time the river is sung i) the song to know how each mountain is spoken for ii) The song that knows but is silent iii) the song that eyes the sky beseeching rain" - the beginning of speech at the foot of the hills -
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