| There was dancing and was ringing
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| There were shadow-people singing
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| Ancient songs of olden gods
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| Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate
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| Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
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| Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
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| Thy towers silent in the mist await
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| Their crumbling end, while through the elms
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| The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms
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| And slips between long meadows to the Sea
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| There was dancing and was ringing
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| There were shadow-people singing
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| Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate
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| Thy robe is grey
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| Thy robe is grey
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| Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle
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| Where linger yet the Lonely Companies;
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| Kortirion, I will meet the winter here
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| Thy towers silent in the mist await
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| Their crumbling end, while through the elms
|
| The Gliding water leaves these inland realms
|
| And slips between long meadows to the Sea
|
| There was dancing and was ringing
|
| There were shadow-people singing
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| Ancient songs of olden gods
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| Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate
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| Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
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| Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, and conquer you |