Forget The Brother And Resume

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

By Mutual Confidence And Mutual Aid - Great Deeds Are Done, And Great Discoveries Made

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.