I don't know
I bind thee will
I shallow the lost
And great fulfill
Along what way
Thus brought down
Thy stead and stay
Run golden crown
Here before
An unlooked eye
Ranking amongst
Lost here and by
Running along the golden edge
Snow covered floss
A mountain ridge
Look on without despair
In darkning times
Stand tall and sear
Thus waits and waits
As thy once did
And must continue
Thy must run dead
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