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Folklore's Of Our Lands

Folklore's Of Our Lands

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According to the folklore in my native village

They say that every year

There is born a goat,

A goat with four horns.


There is no such goat

In any of the five neighboring villages

But only in that one.

The goat is always half white

It's always half brown

With jet black limbs.


That goat is given away

As a donation to a saint

Who visits that village

Only once every year.


About who no one knows from where he comes

And to where he goes.

The folklore says that

He is a saint from heaven,

Who takes that goat as a donation

In return of saving the village

From all sorts of unhappiness and disasters.

He is a heavenly saint

The goat is a savior.


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