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Lyrics: From Nàvam
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I know that I hungin the windcold treenine whole nightswith hurt point
To Oden givenself given to myself
In that theewhich nobody knows>
From which roots it ran
Not given breadthey brought no horns
Saw down from the treetook up runestook them with screamsand down from the tree I fell
Nine magic songs I gotfrom the famous son of
Boltorn, Besdas Fatherand a drink I gotof precious meadpoured by Odrere
Then I became vigorousand got wisegrew and felt wellof word sought wordthe word againof work sought workthe work again
Music: Ivar Bj
ørnson 1994
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