from far from eve and morning
from yon twelve winded sky
the stuff of life to knit me
blwe hither here am i
Now fro a braech i tary
nor yet disperse apart
thake my hand quick and tell
what hare you in your heart
speek now and will answer
how shall i help you say
ere to the wind twelve quarters
i tak my edges way
from tedtalk
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