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There by the adamant sea,

Floated a flock of white swans.

With small ones they wandered across

The adamant endless blue sea.

When did it come from above?

The glaucous eagle, why you are here?

You’re chasing with cold in your eyes

Scattered flock across the sea.

White down floating in the sky

Grey feathers come to green meadow.

And who is gathering up the white?

A beautiful maiden is taking the feathers.

She takes those for her man,

So, he lies on the soft with no feeze,

She could take those for light-hearted kids,

But she’ll bring those to her fallen man.