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... Fjäten skrida fram mot frusen sjö, Dess kristalliska spegel giver bild åt fager mö! o/`
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o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`o/`
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o/` Med fridsäll röst hon signar, De som under isvind dignar, En fordom sång til värn, en själens sköld...
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| You're taking the carnage awfuly well. Don't look now, but you have a severed hand grabing your skirt. | |
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| Oh, that's been there. It was the last guy who tried to grab a feel. | |
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