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when death struck
When death struck
I was rowing in a narrow fjord, and the sea was calm
Then the rocks fell into the water, disturbing the peace
I rowed on
Until a part of the mountain fell, forming a gigantic wave
I was lifted riding the wave and saw a village disappear.
The boat splintered, but I was safe.
I looked down into the village, people coming out, not knowing
They were dead. I saw them dissolve, becoming drips of water
Before they ran into the sea, who was the mother
I kept on walking and came to a valley of roses, and they knew nothing
Of the tragedy that befell the people in the fjord.
I built a house in the belief that here, the sea would never reach me.
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Jan Hansen
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