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Re: Song/Quote of the day! -
March 2nd 2015, 12:34 AM
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
Song of Durin.
"One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful." ~Sigmund Freud
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