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Frodo's Verses:
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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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From 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 Dwarf and Hobbit, 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 tongues 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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His Khazad-dum his wisdom died.
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Sam's verse:
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The finest rockets ever seen:
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They burst in stars of blue and green,
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Or after thunder golden showers
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Came falling like a rain of flowers.
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