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"Gil-galad was an Elven-king

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the mountains and the sea


His spear was long, his lance was keen

His shining helm afar was seen

The countlss stars of heavens field

Were mirrored in his silver shield


But long ago he rode away

And where he dwelleth none can say

In Mordor where the shadows are"