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There was a bird upon the sea, Its name was the plow [bird], Its neck was long, Its little heart [was] mourning-black. Let me bind myself, wretched one, Let me go with it; It knows my grief, And I know its [grief] too. Another bird also came, A letter in its mouth; I took [it], I read The decree concerning my head: "Come, [my] love, come, Do not remain aggrieved; The wealth of this world Is nothing, it shall not remain with thee."