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I was on the mountain in my dream of deathThe snow plummed off the cornice up aheadLike the feather I found out on the beachWhen I was a little kidI have decided to stay with the rocksWith the bears, among them, like one of themOut on the alpine tundraBuried in a moon white avalancheThese limbs are given literallyJust to see my own face staring back at meOh, brutalityOh, how I've stepped on backs to climb a broken ladderFrom which the view was crowded with emptinessOh, wilderness, as I climb this rock's faceClouds rest below like white plates,If I fall I will surely dieAnd my empty shell will remainOut with the bees and thingsFloating from the earth like a silver plumeThis shattered body lies at the cliffs baseOr sloshing through the stomach of a less hungry bearThe earth turns bodies back into green treesWe all live for so many thingsAnd yet we all die for nothing From Letras Mania