| rdfs:comment | - When the snow is gone, and rivers run dry, The sun beats down like an angry eye. The wise Nord knows, though the day is long, These are the days, he is hale and strong, growing like a seed from the fresh spring soil. When frost returns and the rivers choke, The sun dips in the sky beneath evening smoke. The wise Nord knows though his strength may fade, It is time to plan, and time to save.
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| abstract | - When the snow is gone, and rivers run dry, The sun beats down like an angry eye. The wise Nord knows, though the day is long, These are the days, he is hale and strong, growing like a seed from the fresh spring soil. When frost returns and the rivers choke, The sun dips in the sky beneath evening smoke. The wise Nord knows though his strength may fade, It is time to plan, and time to save.
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