.Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust
Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree
The true word of welcome was spoken in the d.
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