Giant trolls came to / law-ground
Plucked pines for swords / And hills their shields
Wearing belts with Dwarf-gold buckles.
Many bags / of gold they bore.
Category: FAWM 2021
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Row Row Me Lovelies
Row row row me lovelies
Sky the oar and hold the song
We will see the sun shine through
Now catch the wind and fly headlong
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The Tragic Ballad of Skippy McGee
There once was a sailor
Called Skippy McGee
He’d been on a ship
Since he was but three
He was skilled on the deck
And adept on the mast
No other sailor
Could climb quite as fast
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Fighting on the Internet (I Haven’t Gone Anywhere Yet)
I haven’t gone anywhere yet
I haven’t gone anywhere yet
I haven’t gone anywhere yet
I’m still here
Fighting on the internet
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Bels Dous Amics (a song from the 12th century)
Bels dous amics, ben vos posc en ver dir
que anc non fo qu’ieu estes ses desir
pos vos conven que.us tene per fin aman;
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No Pleasure I Sing
I cannot raise my voice in joy
Here’s why no pleasure I sing
My love said he would come with the snow
And now it’s flowering spring.
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The Red Sands of Jezero
She shot up out of thunder
Now so many months ago
We listened eagerly for signals from her radio
She escaped gravity
Riding on a burst of flame
A little bitty rover with a big, big name
A little bitty rover with a big, big name.
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Waiting for the Green Line
I was waiting for the green line
You came out of the blue
Screaming into the station
I was thinking of something
Making lists in my head
Watching the birds
And the dirt
and the snow instead
I wasn’t looking for you.
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Entwinements (Here in the Field We Never Knew)
Here in the field we never knew
I never fell in love with you
Here in the field we never found
We buried nothing in the ground
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Now What’s Here
Hey baby, I’m gonna find you there
Hey baby, I wanna find you there
I don’t know
Where you are
How to prepare
But in the end, baby, let me find you there
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It’s 6:43 (Hey Hey Hey We’re Through)
It’s 6:43 in the evening
I don’t know what to do
But stare at myself in the mirror
And practice saying
We’re through.
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The Fuller’s Lye
The Fuller’s Lye
Oh he was like
The fuller’s lye
He took the stains
From all I was
Refining fire
I’d melt before him
My golden hair
Is silver now
