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
Every word you trusted, did i lie to you?
Am i
My lief es far en londe
The sea has bounds, desire
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