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By the Fireside.
I saw the pallid corpseOf the dead sunBorne through the Northern sky.Blasts from NiffelheimLifted the sheeted mistsAround him as he passed.
And the voice for ever cried,“ Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!”And died awayThrough the dreary night,In accents of despair.
Balder the Beautiful,God of the summer sun,Fairest of all the Gods!Light from his forehead beamed,Runes were upon his tongue,As on the warrior's sword.
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