Even when dying
The autumn leaves
Enjoy the fall
My companion
A sad little song was my companion today. She danced on my lips and played a soft tune She mused in my heart and comforted my soul Because she was with me, my journey was not lonely. She held my hands when walking the path That disappeared into the fog A path that seemed to lead nowhere The warmth of her palms in my hands Compensated for the chill around - A bit I wished it was a different journey With a lot of people Towards a glorious destination. But for now, It is just me And her - My sad little song.
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http://books.google.com/books?id=xd0UAAAAYAAJ&printsec=titlepage&dq=madayi&lr=&as_brr=1&source=gbs_summary_r&cad=0
Is this the Gundert dictionary that has etymologies?
-Nikhil