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Ic
eom mare þonne þes middangeard,
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I stretch beyond
the bounds of middle-earth,
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læsse þonne hondwyrm, leohtre
þonne mona,
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Shrink down smaller than a hand-worm,
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swiftre þonne sunne. Sæs
me sind ealle
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Grow brighter than the moon, and run
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flodas on fæðmum ond þes
foldan bearm,
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Swifter than the sun. I
cradle oceans,
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grene wongas. Grundum ic hrine,
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Lakes, paths, green plains in my arms.
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helle underhnige, heofonas oferstige,
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I dive down under Hell's way and rise up
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wuldres eþel, wide ræce
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Over Heaven's home, arced over angels.
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ofer engla eard, eorþan gefylle,
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I form-fill all earth and ancient worlds,
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ealne middangeard ond merestreamas
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Fields and sea-streams. Say who I am.
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side mid me sylfum. Saga hwæt
ic hatte.
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