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I know I hung on that
Windswept tree, swung
There for nine long nights,
Wounded by my own blade,
Bloodied for Odhinn,
Myself and offering to
Myself, bound to the tree,
That no man knows wither
The roots of it run,
None gave me bread, none
Game me drink, down to
The deepest depths I peered
Until I spied the runes with
A roaring cry I seized them
Up, then dizzy and fainting I
Fell. Well, being I won
And wisdom too I grew and
Took joy in my growth, from
A word to a word, I was
Led to a word, from a
Deed to another deed.

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