One of the Awl Songs

The Maid Who Becomes a Bear walks far around
On the black mountains, she walks far around.
Far spreads the land. It seems not far to her.
Far spreads the land. It seems not dim to her.

The Holy Young Woman walks far around
On the blue mountains, she walks far around.
Far spreads the land. It seems not far to her.
Far spreads the land. It seems not dim to her.
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