| Døyr fe. Døyr frendar. Døyr sjølv det same. Eitt veit eg som aldri døyr. Dom om daudan kvar. |
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Art thou pale for weariness...
...time is an illusion... or nothing at all..
| ...I want to know God's genes. The rest are details... | |
...sometimes a beautiful theory is destroyed by an ugly fact...
| ...all you touch and all you see... | |
...she walks in beauty like the night...
| ...du må ikke sove! | |
...they are passing away into the west. Never to be seen again by mortal eyes...
| ...the sun also rises... | |