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Beloved Shadow
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Twas in the land of willows where the grass is long and green-
I was fingering my harp-strings, for a wind had crept unseen And was speaking in tree-tops, while the voices of the reeds Were whispering reedy whispers as the sunset touched the meads, Inland musics subtly magic that those reeds alone could weave- 'Twas in the Land of Willows that once Ylmir came at eve. Tuor
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