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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGzOj5JTMnE

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Roll the bones my love -

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How does the star's fate fare pray tell?

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Have you spoken to the fishes?

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Have you word from the current?

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Roll the bones my love -

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So we mightst listen to the feathered whisper,

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Pull sound from the down lips of theirs, its plumed and winged flight.

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Have you consorted with the butterfly?

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Have you learned of her cocoon?

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Her payment on those days o' colored life,

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Of her drowning amidst monsoon?

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Roll them, love -

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Throw runes so you mightst catch 

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The antlered crag of low bravado -

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Throw upon the cosmos,

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Upon the heavens in theirs sky,

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Throw testament upon the spinning loom 

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And dare its cloven reply.

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Throw them, love,

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And we might dance to the tune

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Of the parching rot of Yggdrasil, 

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Of its drinking Urðarbrunnr dry.

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Throw them, so that you with I

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Might dis-collar ours, the tethered war,

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Upon theirs loathsome, emptied pride -

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Break wine upon the bow of scuppering,

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String ours, sails rent, and dis-anchor from the lie.

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Throw, so we may go, arm in arm a-wailing wild-thing syn

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And thread this thirsting camel through the braying, needle's eye.

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Roll the bones, my love -

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Throw feather, and throw stone -

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Tip the glass on ruination

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And roar your mirth for home.

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Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUyc2zjM6rA