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[00:32.00]Cold be hand and heart and bone,
[00:38.86]and cold be sleep under stone:
[00:45.20]never mare to wake on stony bed,
[00:52.24]never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
[01:01.92]In the black wind the stars shall die,
[01:07.47]and still on gold here let them lie,
[01:14.49]till the dark lord lifts his hand
[01:19.31]over dead sea and withered land.