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As childhood died the old year
Made The Soldier reappear

The ash-embowered night and day
As at the gate she prayed

Wyman, am I worthy?
Speak your wordle to me

And drisk shrouded in its cloak
Holway, river, brook and oak

All souls under Orlam's reign
Made passage for the born again

So look behind, look before
Life knocking at death's door

And teake to your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word

So look before, look behind
Life and death all intertwined

And teake to your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word

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