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When evening in Shire was grey |
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his footsteps on the Hill were heard; |
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before the dawn he went away |
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on journey long without a word. |
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From Wilderland to West shore |
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From northern waste to southern hill, |
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through dragon-lair and hidden door |
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and darking woods he walked at will |
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With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men, |
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with motall and inmotall folk , |
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with bird on bough and beast in den, |
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in their own secret tongues he spoke. |
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A deadly sword, a healing hand, |
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A back that bent beneath its load ; |
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a trumpet-voice, a burning brand , |
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a weary pilgrim on the road |
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A lord of wisdom throned he sat , |
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swift in anger,quick to laugh; |
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An old man in a battered hat |
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who leaned upon a throny staff |
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He stood upon the bridge alone |
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and Fire and Shadow both defied; |
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his staff was broken on the stone, |
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in Khazad-d?m his wisdom died. |
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The finest rockets ever seen: |
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they brust in srars blue and green, |
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or after thunder goldern showers |
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came failing, failing, failing |
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like a rain of flowers. |
