Nine long nights on that windy tree
Given to myself
Myself to me.
None gave me bread
None gave me drink
Down to the depths
I did sink.
Eye Of Odin.
Speared through the side
Finally runes I spied
Grasping - seizing
I gathered them in
Well being I won and wisdom too
A sacrifice from me,
A gift to you.
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