The river, never drown;
The clock never stop spinning,
Nor mice chitter,
Nor the walls chatter,
Nor daylight became shorter.
...
Iron, which became reddish
from many stings,
was my heart who died screaming.
Take him, and make him a ladder for your feet
It would not pains him never.
,
Maybe its not easy to feel the pain
who lived so long in pain!
...
Like a wounded deer I jumped high,
I heard them whispering;
What is it, but the euphoria of death.
Then she would soon stop.
,
The river never drown..
The time never stop spinning,
Nor mice chitter,
Not even the night, became shorter.
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