A Smith Makes Me To Betray My Man In My First Fight. To Gather Gold At The World'S End I Am Sent. The Gold I Gather Comes Into England Out Of Deep Water. Like A Shining Fish Then It Descends Into Deep Water. It Is Not Given For Goods Or Gear, But For The Thing. The Gold I Gather A King Covets For An Ill Use The Gold I Gather Is Drawn Up Out Of Deep Water. Like A Shining Fish Then It Descends Into Deep Water. It Is Not Given For Goods Or Gear, But For The Thing.
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