| All that is gold does not glitter
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| All that is long does not last
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| All that is old does not wither
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| Not all that is over is past
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| And I may not get through in time
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| Oh, Elfstone — bearer of my green stone
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| In the south under snow a green stone thou shalt see
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| Elfstone — in the shadow of the dark throne
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| For the hour is at hand that long hath awaited thee
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| Greenleaf — bearer of the Elvenbow
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| Far beyond Mirkwood many trees on earth grow
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| Thy last shaft when thou hast shot
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| Under the mournful trees thou shalt walk
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| For dark are the waters of Kheledzaram
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| And my heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon
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| I am longing for harmony — the freedom within me
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| Out of dark to the day’s rising
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| I came crying in the sun — sword unsheathing
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| To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking
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| Now for wrath
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| Now for ruin — and a red nightfall
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| When the black breath blows — and death’s shadows grow
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| All lights pass
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| Life to the dying — in my hand lying
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| Shrivel like the old mist — like the winds go wailing
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| Lost and forgotten be — darker than the darkness
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| Where gates stand for ever shut
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| 'Til the world is mended |