Solitude breeds inhibition.
The hermit becomes comatose.
He can’t rise up to fruition,
while his taciturn madness grows.
Nations change names while he hides there.
The mighty Missouri still flows.
The hermit hums with no despair,
while his taciturn madness grows.
It happens as he hums one day,
so the queer hermit's story goes.
With clarity, he feels okay,
while his taciturn madness grows.
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