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Nobody will grieve and sob, when |
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He once will fall asleep forever |
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Only rain will drop avaricious tear |
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In the name of last son of a fjord |
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The nearest neighbor will not be sad |
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By his will drunk grieves and blood |
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The distant neighbor easily will sigh |
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In the heart more fear does not lie |
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With new force the sun will pour light |
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By finding out that he does not live |
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The crude ground will be glad |
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That his feet doesn't step here |
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Won't come to bid farewell friend and wife |
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There were no them in his life |
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Only deeper wrinkles of the face |
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Of the old man, the father-fjord. |
