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“Yet once again. What dost thou see or hear?”
“He sits with covered head.”
“Is the man weeping?”
“Lord, the man is dead.”
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“Drifting of giant clouds; encircling sea;
Great waves; a raft of tree made fast to tree;
Upon the raft a man.
Great waves; a raft of tree made fast to tree;
Upon the raft a man.
The man in rage
Hath gnawed his flesh his famine to assuage.”
“What doth the man?”Hath gnawed his flesh his famine to assuage.”
“He sits with covered head.”
“Is the man weeping?”
“Lord, the man is dead.”
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