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There had always been the unearthly dark of fathomless absence until, from the south, came Muspellsheim's inferno of flaring yellow flames. And then, from the North, came Niflheim where legions of freezing shadows lurked. The abyss was crystalled by the Northern frost that breath from the burning south made melt and from this fusion there was made the towering troll: immense Ymir. From whose slain body's blood the sword of Odin caused the oceans. And from whose carcass he claimed the Earth. Man-trod Midgard was all his flesh. From the bulk of the bones were the moountains made and from his tangled hair: the trees. His hollowed skull was hauled to form the vaulted sky where the Gods assembled constellations; in their cauldron Alchemized the sun. To runic wands of task it turned until, at last, the first veined-blade of grass had grown.
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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