Freya, the Norse goddess of gold,
Hoarded as much gold as she could.
Beseeched by mortals, all were told
By Freya it would not be good
For gold to be in mortal hands.
Gold should be possessed just by her.
Freya grabbed gold from seas and lands.
Frustrated, her husband, Odur,
And the rest of her family
Left Freya to be all alone,
With just her gold for company,
Truth the goddess came to bemoan.
Freya lost all love, the true worth.
She wept gold tears upon the Earth.
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