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I have been a wave on the ocean
And I have been a fish therein
I was cast away, and found again

I was brought by the 9th wave
On the shore of the Land
And the sack could not hold me

I have ridden beneath two ravens
And served in the kitchen
And all places are alike unto me!

Who can tell the Tale of Arthur?
Who knows the hidden tales of Arvon?
Who tells of Weyland, or of Gwynhwyfar?

Who shall tell the tales?
Who shall remember the stories?

I have been in Caer Sidi
In the Spiral Castle of Glass
And the letters on the standing stones
Are no secret from me

I have searched the Castle of Glass
And the stys of Annwyn
I have asked of the Wise
And of the Foolish
I go where I will, for who shall gainsay me?

Who knows the End
Of the Spiral Dance?
And Who knows the Beginning?

I have been the narrow blade of a sword
That kills without cutting
And the Void is my homeland

I have passed thru Fire, Water, Earth and Air
And looked upon Chaos and Order
All places are alike unto me!

I have been made of flowers
And of cold steel and brass
Fire and ice are alike unto me

I have loved a Maiden of Flowers
And been husband to the Mother of All
And I have bedded the Morrigan ....
And lived to sing of it

Who knows the heart
And secret thoughts of Annwyn?

I have been in Annwyn
And Tir na n'Og
I have danced the Spiral Dance
And drunk from the Hierlas at daybreak

I am brother to Dragons, companion of Owls
And I know the Secret Name of the Cat

I am the Oak tree, strong to the storm
And I am the grass growing in the cracks
bending to every breeze

I am the lovers' whisper, in the deeps of love
And I am the shout of the captains on the battlefield
I am the Song of the Birds
And the endless murmur of the mountain stream

Many names have I, but only one Nature
I am the Singer, and the Song
And I hold Three Things in trust

The words of the scholars are clear to me
And the secrets of the Ollaves

I invoke the blessings of the Inspirer of Wisdom
And the Maker of Poets

I am the Lapwing: I disguise the Secret!
I am the Roebuck: I hide the Secret!
I am the Hound with Red Ears: I guard the Secret!

I am but a Fool
It is but my Nature
I AM! I WAS! I WILL BE!

I have been a wave on the ocean
And I have been a fish therein
I was cast away, and found again

Many things am I; many things know I
But no man knows the Grave of Arthur

"May the road rise to meet you"
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