White dove, flying over the wreck of the Argo, depart from this ship, for soon the vulture will fly here for me, Jason. But if you wish to rest for a moment from the toils of flight, come and perch on my chest. From my lips you will gather the seeds of words. But after you have listened to me, take flight again, for I could not defend you from the predatory talons. Here you see me like a scarecrow planted in the sand, in the shadow of the mast, …
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White dove, flying over the wreck of the Argo, depart from this ship, for soon the vulture will fly here for me, Jason. But if you wish to rest for a moment from the toils of flight, come and perch on my chest. From my lips you will gather the seeds of words. But after you have listened to me, take flight again, for I could not defend you from the predatory talons. Here you see me like a scarecrow planted in the sand, in the shadow of the mast, …