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I
have
lived
to
see
strange
days.
Long
we
have
tended
our
beasts
and
our
fields,
built
our
houses,
wrought
our
tools,
or
ridden
away
to
help
in
the
wars
of
Minas
Tirith.
And
that
we
called
the
life
of
Men,
the
way
of
the
world.
We
cared
little
for
what
lay
beyond
the
borders
of
our
land.
Songs
we
have
that
tell
of
these
things,
but
we
are
forgetting
them,
teaching
them
only
to
children,
as
a
careless
custom.
And
now
the
songs
have
come
down
among
us
out
of
strange
places,
and
walk
visible
under
the
Sun.
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