The Hermit has declared a vow of silence
\nEvery time there is a storm
\nAnd leaves fall from the tree
\nAlong with some dry branches
\nThere will a campfire
\nTo roast the tubers
\nDugout from under the trees
\nThat have not bloomed for years
\nThe birds are waiting
\nFor fire to be ignited
\nAnd hermit to get busy
\nWith his meditation
\nThy know hat he will forget
\nTo turn the tubers
\nSome will be cooked more and some less
\nThese will be then left for birds to eat
\nAnd he will laugh and talk to himself
\nTelling himself how consistent he is in forgetting
\nthings
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The Hermit has declared a vow of silence Every time there is a storm And leaves fall from the tree Along with some dry branches There will a campfire To roast the tubers Dugout from under the trees That have not bloomed for years The birds are waiting For fire to be ignited And hermit … <\/p>\n