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Quelled: the fire of day. Scorned: the path of water. They tell of the coming of the one who would free them. But they pursued the chains of the wolf. They danced to the empty night. They sang to the fox and the boar. What do they see in their dead fires? How do they keep the gold in their hearts? The dark is in their ears. Their talk is the wine of the dirge. How can they feast? How can we stand?

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