The leaves of green cedar are bitter
But one can still chew them.
The pink dawn is plenty to dine on
For breakfast. Greed will go
To every length in the world
Yet mine is the hard way.
Without having to cook,
Frozen wells remain untouched.
Without pillow and blanket
Cold nature must be one's bed.
So that my pocket will not be
Completely void, I shall leave
In its care, one copper coin.
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