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Hear now the Song of the Dead – in the North by the torn berg-edges —

They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges.

Song of the Dead in the South – in the sun by their skeleton horses,

Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust of the sere river-courses.

Song of the Dead in the East – in the heat-rotted jungle hollows,