| On his trail the stones they grew
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| He was lead astray
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| Forces strange he had to face
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| Magic unseen
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| When he asked, he was not answered
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| But he would not yield
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| What he asked for was not given
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| A shape to his dream
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| To a whirling mass of water
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| Mountains of high
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| His desire he spoke out
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| To claim his due
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| A shadow moved in Louhi’s mirror
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| The fairest maid of them all
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| Restless mind found her to his liking
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| But the queen wanted more
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| Louhi spoke in riddled tones
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| Of three things to achieve
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| Find and catch the devil’s moose
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| And bring it here to me
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| Louhi spoke in riddled tones
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| Of three things to achieve
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| Find and catch the devil’s moose
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| And bring it here to me
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| Seize the stallion born of fire
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| Harness the flaming horse
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| He captured and bound the moose
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| He tamed the golden horse
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| Still remained the one final test
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| Hunt the bird from the stream of death
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| Still remained the one final test
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| Hunt the bird from the stream of death |