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This one has been on my mind for a while.
That was the day
We refused to stay
We went across the sea
To the lands where we'd be free
Our love dead
Our friendship torn
Yet we will go ahead
In the lands we were born
The rift between our people
Has to come to an end
So we could stand united against evil
Help me out, lend me a hand
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Tuor: Yeah, it was me who broke [Morleg's] arm. With a wrench. Specifically, this wrench.
I am suffering from Maeglinomaniacal Maeglinophilia.
Last edited by Urwen; 04-30-2019 at 03:04 PM.
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