Goeth sun under, groweth seed bloweth
That wereden bright golde
Springeth sing,
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Kala
I journey to the valley of the moon
Driven forward by
Unbidden
Shall it call in the night
And gaze, upon themself
Your needs,
Here I reap barley, corn and wheat
In this field
Sky's the same as it always was
Nothing we do
Flah who floraze
Sah who doraze
Welcome Christmas
Bring your
My lief es far en londe
The sea has bounds, desire
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