I am a mountain

My words, my sounds are from my beloved

I am a painting

My beloved is my painter

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As long as we stay in closed rooms

And stiff coats, we were disguised;

But toward the end of winter the carnival

Helps us to play at disguise for a while.

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The great sea set me in motion.

Set me adrift.

And I move as a weed in the river.

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You come and go. The doors swing closed

Ever more gently almost without a shudder.

Of all who move through the quiet houses,

You are the quietest.

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Notice how each particle moves.

Notice how everyone has just arrived here

From a journey.

Notice how each wants a different food.

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