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Having died
Arkon the fisherman
Went to heaven;
Thus when a comet
Falls in the skies
Be not frightened
O people of Karthana,
It is only a silver trout
Falling from a fisherman's line.
Arkon the fisherman
Went to heaven;
Thus when a comet
Falls in the skies
Be not frightened
O people of Karthana,
It is only a silver trout
Falling from a fisherman's line.
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I thought my arrow struck a swan,
But it was only the moon
Come down to bathe in the waters of the Khava.
But it was only the moon
Come down to bathe in the waters of the Khava.
5
We are trees
And our days
Hang on branches,
Like leaves;
In the morning
We hide
Behind the strong walls of our songs,
But the wind finds us
In the evening,
And takes our songs
And our days
Like leaves.
And our days
Hang on branches,
Like leaves;
In the morning
We hide
Behind the strong walls of our songs,
But the wind finds us
In the evening,
And takes our songs
And our days
Like leaves.
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Like an army with lit torches,
The first frosts
Have come upon my fields
Burning the young corn.
The first frosts
Have come upon my fields
Burning the young corn.
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