| In the tavern of Beloui
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| Sat Theja with his friend of past
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| With brad and wine and hearts that feel at ease
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| Now the inn was warm with joy
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| Tables full of greatest lads
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| Telling old tales, singing songs of glees
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| In the shadow of the fire place
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| Sat Aaron the forestwanderer
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| No one inside noticed his face, he’s a panderer
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| Wanderer, son of the kingdom
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| Wanderer unknown
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| Wanderer, a friend of those all in need
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| Wanderer, alone
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| They are feeling good at heart
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| At the table began to sing
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| A funny song about their old homeland
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| The song was called «Broken Cart»
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| Without a thought he took the ring
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| Then quickly disappeared, ring on hand
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| Aaron he left, he was surprised
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| He knew for sure now that the path was long
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| He knew that Hobbits were not that wise
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| He must now be strong
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| Wanderer.
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| All confused Theja listened to Aaron was the one
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| I’m your leader from this day
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| Tell me what you’ve done, what you’ve done
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| Aaron guarded, the night was long
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| The companions sleeping good and tight
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| Aaron he knows, he wouldn’t be wrong
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| All things must be right |