Solitude ©
Standing here on top of a hill
I can look west and east ,
And feast my eyes if I look up
Face of heaven, what a bliss
I am a man! And here I am !
Never close knit in humanity than now
I have left men of my ilk
Far below to pillage and bilk!
Standing here on top of a hill
I can hear the patter of their drift:
Why lie, why dissemble
Their smiles always cast a chill!
I am a man! And here I am !
Never close knit in humanity than now
I have left men of my ilk
Far below to pillage and bilk!
From up here on top of a hill
Clouds merrily roll along
No confederation
Of nations there! What a bliss!
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