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Merry
Midnight not a sound from the palace, has the Lady Galadriel, decided to help?
In the firelight the withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to mourn
Memory all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, I was comfortable then
I remember a time I drink all the ale I wanted
Let the memory live again
Every tall shadow seems to be a Nazgul
Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters and soon it will be morning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I musn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too, and a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
A stale cold smell of morning
A wizard dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with my memory of my days in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is, look a new day, has begun
* With apologies to Andrew Lloyd Weber and T.S. Eliot
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Scribbling scrabbling.
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