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OK, what about this? :
Stone and water do I clasp
in my silver-veinéd grasp.
Green I grow on branches tall
and not idly do I fall:
when I drop, I'm eloquent
and tell that here one living went,
but I'm mute while on my stem -
guess and tell me what I am!
Much too plain, I'm afraid, but hope you'll like it nonetheless.
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Und aus dem Erebos kamen viele seelen herauf der abgeschiedenen toten.- Homer, Odyssey, Canto XI
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