Thus has he worn out many years of his life-
Hunger in his belly, the village Runners
Has delivered the burden of the world by mail.
His weary breath has touched the sky
The earth beneath his feet soaked in sweat; every
Precious night of his life he has bought for pittance.
Back home, alone in bed filled with agony and longing
His beloved has spent endless sleepless nights.
Runner, O Runner- when will these days of
Carrying the burden be over? When will the dismal
Night end and the sun shine upon your life?
When will these days be over?
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