All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost. 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.
....it sometimes scares me that I can remember so much from those books.
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Not all those who wander are lost.
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.
....it sometimes scares me that I can remember so much from those books.
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