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I know!
Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water:
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;
as beacon mountains burned at evening;
red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.
It was a song made in Rohan about the Battle of Pelennor Fields.
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Is this the end? No more the hunt, the journey and the goal? That terrifies me most: no more the goal! -Ray Bradbury, Leviathan '99
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