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Haaaaaang on a minute:
Windless, yet animate, - alive without breath
With air of demise, - as cold as death
I'll wilt if I leave - drowns on dry land
My home, your paradise. - stream and pool / is nice and cool
Gleaming and beautiful, - so sleek, so fair!
All polished silver - - clad in mail, never clinking
I am the hope - what a joy to meet
That brings you to the river. - we only wish / to catch a fish
But temper desire: - "Come, Sméagol"
I'll be your demise. - "Men will kill you, if they find you here."
Once caught, you'll reject me. - "Don't want fish."
Take the master's advice. - "Come!"
"Ugh!" he said, "it is cold and clammy!" — and so he guessed. "Fish! fish!" he cried. "It is fish!"
hS
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