:53:00
You won't understand these things
:53:03
You live in your work. Sometimes
you're paid, sometimes not
:53:12
I had dreams, too, of all the things
I would do
:53:21
Those who came before are gone
:53:25
am /eft behind,
a penniless beggar
:53:30
Day draws to its close,
night's mantle descends
:53:35
Row me across to the other side
:54:26
Hurry with the twigs, this wood
is too damp to light
:54:48
A new shawl, Auntie? How nice