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Oft I have seen |
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Many a brilliant star to fade |
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And night came creeping in |
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To usurp that once shinning place... |
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Long ago I was a mariner, |
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A Viking conqueror... |
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I sailed far with Erik the Red |
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And a hundred brave men! |
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What glory remains |
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Of these ancient days? |
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What songs will be sung |
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In the days to come? |
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Under hostile skies I have slept |
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On the heardrest of the sword |
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And dreamt of past glories long |
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Now gone forevermore... |
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I saw the fire that burns within |
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The mystic caverns of Thule; |
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I journeyed to a world forlorn |
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Where shades weep forevermore... |
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Blackened by dragon's breath, |
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Under arrows I have dreamt |
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Of the billows that caress |
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The shores of home again and again... |
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What glory remains |
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Of the ancient days? |
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What songs will be sung |
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in the days and years to come? |
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Alas! I've grown too old |
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And my days are numbered... |
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I neither have the strength |
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Nor fire that I once did... |
