All that is gold
does not glitter,
Not all those
who wander are lost;
The old that is strong
does not wither,
Deep roots are not
reached by the frost.
From the ashes
a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows
shall spring
Renewed shall be blade
that was broken:
The crownless again
shall be king.
MMIII
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