In Shadow and old Memory I stalk
The unwary are my prey.
Beside the sleepless waters,
under the shadows of old mountains,
Those I find are unremembered
and their children love the darkness.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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