Cold Mountain

Open handed, I tried to live
 Among all people, ideas aloft
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 Open handed, I read the books
 I learned the histories, I sang the songs
 Until mountains bellowed
 That my friends are flawed
 And not to forget sorrow
 And all the other gods
 And that my mouth was dirty
 And that my ears were clogged
 And of course that I'm flawed also
 And then it stopped
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 Open handed-ness had me in its grasp
 Running around frantically
 Trying to show off my open hands
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 "Hope, unhand me!" I finally yelped
 "Let me dwell on bad news
 Let me wallow in it"
 So came long nights and hunkering down
 And there stood Cold Mountain
 With its trickling sound
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 When I reached the summit I made no camp
 But I unrolled my sleeping bag in the stream
 And let the cold water pour in my ears