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Poem of the Ages
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All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost the old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From the ashes a fire shall be woken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed shall be the blade that was broken the crownless again shall be king All that is gold does not glitter All that is old does not wither All that is long does not last Not all that is over is past Not all that have fallen are vanquished A king may yet be without a crown A blade that was broken be brandished And towers that were strong may fall down