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once the wedding was concluded, her friends and father farewells amid many tears. So passed the happy year.
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| Now only four days remained before the shadow of death glided into the forest kingdom. Savitri fasted and went without sleep. Her heart was pained with dread of that which had been preordained. | |
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on the moning of the fatal day, Satyavan arose in a joyful mood.
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| I'm off to cut some wood, I will be home again at the setting of the sun. | |
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Satyavan could not deny, and the prince and the princess set out for the depths of the jungle forest. Again and again she would stop to look over at her husband. Suddenly he cried out...
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| Oh my wife! It's my head. A sharp pain is stabbing at my brain. | |
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