Songs of a Cowherd/Clouds
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Clouds
O the manifold mountain peaks!
Would that I might flee
From the land of the living
To hide in thy inmost bosom
Veiled by a thousand folds of cloud!
Unable to forsake the ties
That bind me to wife and children
And to fulfil my heart’s yearning,
Upon the mountain peaks shrouded in clouds
I gaze in vain.