with eight languages and more than one hundred thousand words i find myself unable to express much of me, and being remembered is something that of late has become desirable, with a life as short as this i wish to make a mark that someone of one hundred years would make, yet i leave no children and have no published works, i have never been imortalised in sculpture of canvas, an immortal must live on, and yet i may soon die unremembered and unknown.
I rush through the trees
I hear them hunting me
from them i flee
Is this the end of me?
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Innan minn munr vegr Njordir blod rinnar
Til veg eldri bruni I voxtr vanr
Veg hleypa liki hross
Innan sja lif I hafa sidoss
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