About the desert, nothing to say,
About the ocean, how can I say.
I often found, the desert and
The ocean together and I used to
Report the matter to my mother
And my mother said, fear not,
My son, nothing to fear,
But I fear, both the desert
And the ocean, for the reason
Not known to me yet.
So also I fear so many persons
Like the stray dogs, wounded birds,
And I mourn for nothing and my
Angry wife made her appearance before me
Not knowing anything.
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