My Kantele

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Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense

Who say that music reckon that the kantele

Was fashioned by a god

Out of a great pike's shoulders

From a water-dog's hooked bones:

It was made from the grief

Moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days

Its soundboard from endless woes

Its strings gathered from torments

And its pegs from other ills

So it will not play, will not rejoice at all

Music will not play to please

Give off the right sort of joy

For it was fashioned from cares

Moulded from sorrow.

As a rot to rape the spring sown seed A...

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In the darkness i will shine, cast no shadows, not...

Withered be the flower Long past it's prime and bloom...

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The mountains of north Shall erupt and flames Of darkland...

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Last day brings the grace For bearers of forbidden name...

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The calloo's spirits are low Swimming on the chill water...