Have I a body or have I none?
Am I who I am or am I not?
Pondering these questions,
I sit leaning against the cliff as the years go by,
Till the green grass grows between my feet
And the red dust settles on my head,
And the men gf the world, thinking me dead,
Come with offerings of wine and fruit to lay by my corpse.
Am I who I am or am I not?
Pondering these questions,
I sit leaning against the cliff as the years go by,
Till the green grass grows between my feet
And the red dust settles on my head,
And the men gf the world, thinking me dead,
Come with offerings of wine and fruit to lay by my corpse.
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