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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
blade
that
was
broken,
the
crownless
again
shall
be
king.
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