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Through Forests deep and ??? |
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His ??? mighty ? |
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??? in his face |
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In his eyes a glooming blaze |
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??? the crown of his Father and Gondor Throne |
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On his side brights the sword of Elendil |
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The Ancient ??? |
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All that is gold does not glitter, |
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Not all those who wander are lost; |
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The old that is strong does not wither, |
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Deep roots are not reached by the frost. |
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken, |
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A light from the shadows shall spring; |
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Renewed shall be blade that was broken, |
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The crownless again shall be king. |
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In Minas Tirith stands his throne |
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The ???? of Gondor is his ??? |
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Through, through forests deep |
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And ??? his pride |
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His crowless might |
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Through ???? his ??? |
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??? |
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??? in the face |
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In the face, in his eyes |
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A glooming blaze |
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All that is gold does not glitter, |
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Not all those who wander are lost; |
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The old that is strong does not wither, |
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Deep roots are not reached by the frost. |
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken, |
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A light from the shadows shall spring; |
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Renewed shall be blade that was broken, |
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The crownless again shall be king. |
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On, on his side ??? |
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The mighty sword |
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Of Elendil, of Elendil |
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The Ancient Glory |
