From where the eye can see beyond milesFrom the top of mountain highI found it shining on the groundBlood-red like dragons tear it wasThe second by placing spoon on a stumpFrom magpies nest I obtainedWhat a beauty met my eyesWhen silver in daylight sparked>From where great rivers run down to the oceanWhere winds weep and waves forever singFrom there I found the third, on a reefLike blazing fire it was burning like a lively golden flame>From where the treetops reach out to the blue skyIn the deep woods, where no man-made pathways goFrom there the fourth-one I did findFrom inside the trunk of great pine treeOn a mossy bed scarlet glew and I went onTo a place where goblins once used to liveLong before our daysAt the end of cavern deep and darkI found it, gray as a dragons scaleFor you my sweetest wolverine I forge a wreath of seven starsSo that in the times of darkness it reminds usOf the glory of our daysBeyond the horizon where crimson sun setsWe will sail to our haven afarIf winds favour and the storms let us go freeWith sails of silver, with helm of goldTowards the cosmic seas we sailWreath will guide our wayDescending glory of our days...
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