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Hwæt bið ðæm welegan woruldgitsereon his mode ðe bet, þeah he micel age
goldes and gimma and gooda gehwæs,
æhta unrim, and him mon erigen scyle
æghwelce dæg æcera ðusend,
ðeah ðes middangeard and þis manna cyn
sy under sunnan suð, west and east
his anwalde eall underðieded?
Ne mot he þara hyrsta hionane lædan
of ðisse worulde wuhte þon mare,
hordgestreona, ðonne he hiðer brohte.
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