| I who have forged the heavens
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| I also have my king
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| To northland I was sent
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| I was cast to distant Pohjola
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| Enforced by my king’s spells
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| His orders undenied
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| From the small crumbs of earth
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| From a fleece of summer ewe
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| From a memory of a single seed
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| From the flair of a swan’s feather
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| I let the milk come seeping from the heaven
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| Heaven of my heart
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| There my skills were known to them all
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| They all knew my name
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| All knew of my might
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| And I forged a godly device
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| A machine divine
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| The gates of plenty opened by me
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| From the small crumbs of earth
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| From a fleece of summer ewe
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| From a memory of a single seed
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| From the flair of a swan’s feather
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| I let the milk come seeping from the heaven
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| Heaven of my heart
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| From the small crumbs of earth
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| From a fleece of summer ewe
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| From a memory of a single seed
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| From the flair of a swan’s feather
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| I let the milk come seeping from the heaven
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| Heaven of my heart
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| From the flair of a swan’s feather
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| I let the milk come seeping from the heaven
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| Heaven of my heart |