Placeholder: What fish of all fishes, Swims strong in the flood, But hath learnt little wit to beware Thine head must thou buy, From abiding in hell, And find me the wan waters' flame 'Andvari folk call me, Call Oinn my father, Over many a force have I fared; For a Norn of ill-luck, This life on me lay Through wet ways ever to wade. What fish of all fishes, Swims strong in the flood, But hath learnt little wit to beware Thine head must thou buy, From abiding in hell, And find me the wan waters' flame 'Andvari folk call me, Call Oinn my father, Over many a force have I fared; For a Norn of ill-luck, This life on me lay Through wet ways ever to wade.

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What fish of all fishes, Swims strong in the flood, But hath learnt little wit to beware Thine head must thou buy, From abiding in hell, And find me the wan waters' flame 'Andvari folk call me, Call Oinn my father, Over many a force have I fared; For a Norn of ill-luck, This life on me lay Through wet ways ever to wade.

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