Feeling it for Ilmarinen today.
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"Every child of Northland, listen,
Whether poor, or fortune-favored:
Never bow before an image
Born of molten gold and silver:
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Never while the sunlight brightens,
Never while the moonlight glimmers,
Choose a maiden of the metals,
Choose a bride from gold created
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Cold the lips of golden maiden,
Silver breathes the breath of sorrow."
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