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Hrist, bipolar, hrist sasaki is sitting at the door of his stable and combing his coal-black steed. He is doubting the love of the beautiful Hrist and his heart began to bleed. "Give corn to my horse, to my mother, and meat to my man John, and I'll be gone sooner to hrist's bower." "The night is coming."
"Stay home with me, dear sasaki. Oh, stay home with me, for deep in Clyde's water you will drown." "Oh, the good steed I ride cost me three times thirty pounds. I will trust his swift feet to carry me safely."
He has ridden over a very, very high hill and down through Dowie's lair. And the torrent of Clyde water would have feared five hundred men. "Oh, roaring Clyde, you roar so loud. Your currents are wonderfully strong. Make a mess of me when I return. But forgive me as I am."
Natalia Longoria
