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When evening in the 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 Western shore, |
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form northern waste to southern hill |
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through dragon-lair and hidden door |
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and darkling woods he walked at will. |
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With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men, |
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with mortal and immortal folk, |
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with bird on bough and beast in den, |
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in their own secret tounges 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 thorny 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-dum his wisdom died. |
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The finest rockets ever seen: |
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they burst instars of blue and green, |
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or after thunder golden showers |
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came falling like a rain of flowers. |
