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Rh ::::::I go where you wist not of
 * Nor I nor any man nor woman.
 * I only know I go to storms
 * Grappling against things wet and naked.”

There is no pity of it and no blame. None of us is in the wrong. After all it is only this:
 * You for the little hills and I go away.