"If God has eyes, why don't you see me drifting alone?"
"Why should I be so far away from home as a god?"
The minstrel songstress slapped the board and sang in a low voice. In the distance, the sky was getting dark, and the birds were making mournful calls.
"I don't live up to Heaven. Why is Heaven worthy of me?"
"I live up to my expectations. Are you going to cross the barren state?"
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