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He clasp the crag with his crooked hands
He clasp the crag with his crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely hands Ring'd with the azure world, he stands The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls He watches from his mountain wall And like a thunderbolt he falls
He grips the rock with his bent hands Near the sun in lonely places Surrounded by the blue sky, he stands The wrinkled sea below him moves slowly He watches from his mountain wall And like a lightning bolt he falls