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Beckoning his fellows to him A man unknown roamed the lands Sol began the long ascent As men rode for the strands Swathed in cloaks, heathens Gallantly went for... - The Golden Hall
Foran Sol gjør stå Svalinn Den skjold for den skinnende guden Fjell og hav ville være satt I flammer Hvis den falt fra før solen Et hjem er der, med sølv tekke... - Vaeringjar
Long ago over mountains cold Two ravens flew high above The streams ran on, the forests grew As a village lay below The young ones sat around the flames And lis... - Words Of The High One
A kind word need not cost much, The price of praise can be cheap: With half a loaf and an empty cup I found myself a friend, Of his knowledge a man should neve...
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