“All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old who are strong do not whither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadow will spring
Renewed be the blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.”



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And were you there to stand so cautiously at first, and then so high As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky! I bid it to return, to hear your wonderous stories
-- Mhmm, 4/18/10

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