Blessed be the rays of the shortest days
of the coldest time of the year,
When in days of old, great fires leapt
to allay the people's fear
That the sun would traverse afar
Never again to be near.
As they danced away the longest night,
And drank great draughts of beer,
Their voices rang through out the land
With this ancient cheer...
"Come back, Sun, come back!"
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