I have turned my back on that world.
Where sustenance is called grain and water.
I like the solitude of the wilderness颅-
I was always a hermit by nature颅-
No spring breeze, no rose鈥憄lucker, no nightingale,
And no illness of the songs of love!
One must avoid the garden鈥慸wellers.
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