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The cauldron of knowledge tipped
But spilt only contents from golden lips
Ollamn will not split the wood
Or strip the trees of meaning
Weight of words supplant their place
Songs we sang we scored with grace
Set the ogham gainst the dark
Here my boundary
This my mark
Fear ailm awe reined in with bark
Rough dissection yields no spark
Slit grauballe no secret seeps
Tight-lipped tollund his secret keeps
Set the ogham gainst the dark
Here my boundary
This my mark
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