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Sam's Song in the Orc Tower
SAM'S SONG IN THE ORC TOWER
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers mar rise in Spring,
the trees mar bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
THE RETURN OF THE KING
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