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Oddrunargratr
And hard she bit to Gunnar's heart,
So I could not help the hero brave.
So I could not help the hero brave.
31.[1] "Oft have I wondered how after this,
Serpents'-bed goddess! I still might live,
For well I loved the warrior brave,
The giver of swords, as my very self.
Serpents'-bed goddess! I still might live,
For well I loved the warrior brave,
The giver of swords, as my very self.
32.[2] "Thou didst see and listen, the while I said
The mighty grief that was mine and theirs;
Each man lives as his longing wills,—
Oddrun's lament is ended now."
The mighty grief that was mine and theirs;
Each man lives as his longing wills,—
Oddrun's lament is ended now."
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