MANY at morning, as men have told me,
warriors gathered the gift-hall round,
folk-leaders faring from far and near,
o'er wide-stretched ways, the wonder to view,
trace of the traitor.
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Getting a Life, or finding some remnants of Life in the Wreckage.
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