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I used to know the old stormcrow
He was my sage, my guide through the shadow
Cast down between the chasms
Of a cavern no longer mined by any dwarf
I held a palintar
And saw that the time had come
To leave upon the wind
Not to return
When summer burned middle earth again
Cultivate the smoothest leaf
The shire ever grew
Beneath these towers
I once wrote such childish words for you.