thag19.1:54.1 Like a deer roaming free in the colorful forest,
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thag19.1:54.2 I’ll ascend the lovely mountain <j>wreathed in monsoon clouds,
thag19.1:54.3 and rejoice to be on that hill, free of folk—
thag19.1:54.4 there is no doubt you’ll perish, mind.