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Where has the sun gone from us |
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Where is the moon lost to us |
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The moon will not gleam at all |
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Nor will the sun shine at all |
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Death opens its mouth |
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The son of the |
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Northlander |
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Camo to look, to listen "There beyond the river is hero walking" |
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He took one step and took another |
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To the north's shore he hurried |
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He drew his sword, wrenched the iron |
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Snatched from the sheath the harsh one |
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Upon whose point the moon shone |
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Upon whose hilt the sun flashed |
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Upon whose back a horse stands |
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He uttered a word, spoke thus, "There the sun has gone from you The sun gone and the moon lost" |