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Dwelling fearlessly far from settled realms
Surrounded by animals, swords, staffs and helms
He has no need for riches or goods
For he is the mystical hermit of the woods
Through the morning fields of dew he walks
And the languages of all sorts he talks
He can be seen donning different coloured hoods
For he is the mystical hermit of the woods
