| From where the eye can see beyond miles
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| From the top of mountain high
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| I found it shining on the ground
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| Blood-red like dragons tear it was
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| The second by placing spoon on a stump
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| From magpies nest I obtained
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| What a beauty met my eyes
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| When silver in daylight sparked
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| From where great rivers run down to the ocean
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| Where winds weep and waves forever sing
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| From there I found the third, on a reef
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| Like blazing fire it was
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| Burning like a lively golden flame
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| From where the treetops reach out to the blue sky
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| In the deep woods, where no man-made pathways go
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| From there the fourth-one I did find
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| From inside the trunk of great pine tree
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| On a mossy bed scarlet glew and I went on
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| To a place where goblins once used to live
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| Long before our days
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| At the end of cavern deep and dark
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| I found it, gray as a dragons scale
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| For you my sweetest wolverine I forge a wreath of seven stars
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| So that in the times of darkness it reminds us
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| Of the glory of our days
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| Beyond the horizon where crimson sun sets
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| We will sail to our haven afar
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| If winds favour and the storms let us go free
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| With sails of silver, with helm of gold
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| Towards the cosmic seas we sail
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| Wreath will guide our way
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| Descending glory of our days… |