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Old friends never clandestine |
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Bold destinies, hearts entwined |
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One voice that was lost in time |
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Walking tall against the wind |
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First wave of a turning tide |
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One bastion, truth and pride |
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Strikes out for the last in line |
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As we claw against the wind |
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Go, valiant talon kind |
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In your heart the fearless goal |
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Old and young enough to die |
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We must hide the precious gift |
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From hands the light betrayed |
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Go |
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For we must return it to |
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The fire from whence it came |
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Nine came from forsaken lands |
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Cloaked travellers, half-ling band |
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Free souls with the truth in hand |
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Try to forge against the wind |
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We shadows of Moria |
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Shaped light from Lothlorien |
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Take flight, gentle warriors |
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As we soar against the wind |
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Go, valiant talon kind |
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In your heart the fearless goal |
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Old and young enough to die |
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We must hide the precious gift |
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From hands the light betrayed |
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Go |
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For we must return it to |
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The fire from whence it came |
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Go, valiant talon kind |
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In your heart the fearless goal |
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Old and young enough to die |
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We must hide the precious gift |
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From hands the light betrayed |
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Go |
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For we must return it to |
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The fire from whence it came |
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Go, valiant talon kind |
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In your heart the fearless goal |
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Old and young enough to die |
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We must hide the precious gift |
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From hands the light betrayed |
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Go |
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For we must return it to |
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The fire from whence it came |
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Go, valiant talon kind |
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In your heart the fearless goal |
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Old and young enough to die |
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We must hide the precious gift |
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From hands the light betrayed |
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Go |
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For we must return it to |
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The fire from whence it came |
