I know that I hung
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In the windcold tree
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Nine whole nights
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With hurt point
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To Oden given
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Self given to myself
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In that tree
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Which nobody knows
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From which roots it ran
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not given bread
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They brought no horns
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Saw down from the tree
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Took up runes
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Took them with screams
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And down from the tree I fell
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Nine magic songs I got
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From the famous son of
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Boltorn, Bestlas father
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And a drink I got
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Of precious mead
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Poured by Odrere
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Then I became vigorous
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And got wise
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Grew and felt well
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Of word sought word
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Me word again
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Of work sought work
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Me work again
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Yggdrasil
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Enslaved |