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"... Not before me created things

"... Not before me created things
if not etterne, and I eternal hard.
Leave all hope, you who enter "...

And here we come by ship
an old man, white by ancient hair,
shouting: "Woe to you, prave souls! ..."

So without going up the brown wave,
and before it descended from there,
here too new s'auna ...

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