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Farewell we call to the earth and hall |
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Though wind may blow so fast rain may fall |
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We must away ere break of day |
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For over wood, tree and mountain tall. |
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With foes ahead, behind us dread |
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Beneath the sky's our bed |
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Until at last our toil be passed |
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Our journey's done with sped |
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Beneath the moon and under a tall star |
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I wandered so far from northern lands |
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Bewildered on enchanting charming ways |
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So far from the days of mortal lands |
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From gashing of the narrow ice so near |
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Where shadows lie frozen on the hills top |
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From neither heats and burning glowing waste |
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I'm turning in haste and fear. |