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Openhanded I tried to liveAmong all people, ideas aloftOpenhanded I read the booksI learned the historiesI sang the songsUntil mountains bellowedThat my friends are flawedAnd not to forget sorrowAnd the other godsAnd that my mouth was dirtyAnd that my ears were cloggedAnd of course that I'm flawed alsoAnd then it stoppedOpenhandedness had me in its graspRunning around franticallyTrying to show off my open hands'Hope unhand me,' I finally yelpedLet me dwell on bad newsLet me wallow in itSo came long nightsAnd hunkering downAnd there stood Cold MountainWith its trickling soundWhen I reached to the summit I made no campBut I unrolled my sleeping bag in the streamAnd let the cold water pour in my ears From Letras Mania