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Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I can! Who can tell you the age of the moon, but I can! Who can call the fish from the depths of the sea, yes I can! Who can change the shapes of the hills and the headlands, I can! I have been a sword in the hand, I have been a shield in a fight, I have been the string of a harp, I can shift my shape like a god. Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain.
