"A branch, broken and split,dangling year after year,clicking its song to the wind.With neither leaves nor bark,bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death.Its song echoes, cracking and persistent,Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish.For yet another summer.Yet another winter."
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