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I dream of stone,
there's more thoughts to hone.
The weather is cold,
no warm thoughts I behold.
In these hills i roam,
far from home.
My back is stone,
my breath becomes cold.
Although I fled,
there is no dread.
Here I sit always alone,
forever here I am home.
there's more thoughts to hone.
The weather is cold,
no warm thoughts I behold.
In these hills i roam,
far from home.
My back is stone,
my breath becomes cold.
Although I fled,
there is no dread.
Here I sit always alone,
forever here I am home.
interpret plz
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Nice.