Quiquȅ
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High up in the north, in the land called Svithjod, there stands a rock.
It is a hundred miles high and a hundred miles wide.
Once every thousand years a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen its beak.
When the rock has thus been worn away,
then a single day of eternity will have gone by.

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