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I think this is easy:
West wind bkew there; the light upon the Silver tree
Fell like bright rain in gardens of Kings of old.
O proud walls! White towers! O winged crown and throne of gold!
O Gondor, Gondor! Shall men behold Silver tree,
Or west wind blow again between mountains and the sea?
Try this one:
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
far over wood and mountain tall.
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