Between the housetops framed was all we had

To tell us that the old world could not die

And that we were no gods. The flood ran high

When first I came, but after was the worse,

Oh, to recall...! On Dymer rest the curse!

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“Our leader was a hunchback with red hair

—Bran was his name. He had that kind of force

About him that will hold your eyes fast there

As in ten miles of green one patch of gorse