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(Barrow-wight)
Cold be hand and heart and bone
And cold be sleep under stone
Never more to wake on stony bed
Never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die
And still on gold here let them lie
Till the dark lord lifts his hand
Over dead sea and withered land
