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The day he was birthed,
He came laughing.
With his frail little hands, he
Tilled his mother’s thigh and
Sowed a kiss, and he said;
“Take this as my signature,
You’ll be wanting in a count of barrens,
But this shall be my landmark, for
In three days, the son of man shall
Sail away on the tears of his old mother
And many others’… But I shall return!,
This time of next year, and
A couple more years after the next,
I shall return like I always do.”
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