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- many rocks the rapid has
a lot of billows the sea
more plentiful are my cares
than cones on a spruce
beard moss on a juniper
gnarls upon a pine bark
knobs upon a fir husks on a grass-top
boughs on a bad tree.
drag my cares away
carry off my griefs
for no horse can draw
no iron-shod jerk
without the shaft-bow shaking off
the cares of this skinny one
the sorrows of this black bird...
şeklinde sözleri olan amorphis şarkısı...
(bkz. elegy)...(8844455, 07.05.2004 23:33 ~ 23:33)
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