A place without designation, native soil without an abode Quethe with your silentness, live without a breath Rustle and fall silent with the wind Upon my arrival Let the driblets of grief trickle through my veins Pulsating life, throbing death steadily around us Gigantic and trifling upon my arrival Two kinds of equity The deathless intentions distant bourn When I arrive Grain crackles, like cinder in the flames And onetime it shall solidify under harvesting blades A bawl in solitude when I arrive Indulge the blades Withstand not the vice of Tulwod Augment your spirit when I arrive Recede not when I arrive Quethe with your silentness Upon my arrival night eternally reigns
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