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Descending from the mountain, you fall into the sea.
The three-pronged spear you leave behind, but now on land you see
A woman standing there beside you, wiser than all others,
But she soon leaves you far behind while fighting with her brother.
So up into the sun you go: What music do you hear!
The best there is, and so from it, right now you have no fear.
A glass of some drink made from grapes is handed then to you.
You get a little dizzy, but still you must continue.
You head along your journey but again must quickly stop.
A boy hands you a message and then leaves you with a hop.
A woman, out of nowhere, appears in front of you.
Struck by love, you want to stay, but you know what to do.
Another lady gives you grain and teaches you to sow;
While searching for her daughter, she wanders to and fro.
At last, amidst the lightning's flash, the king of that twelve-count
Invites you up to dine with them and live upon their mount.