'Olórin whom long ago
sent the Lords of the West
to guard the Lands of the East,
ever-wise of the Maiar
what drove you to leave
land which you loved?.
'Mithrandir, Mithrandir, O Pilgrim Grey
No more you will wander the world green
Your journey in darkness stopped
The bonds cut, the spirit broken
The Flame of Anor has left this World
Great light has gone out.'
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The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold... the curves of your lips rewrite history. (Oscar Wilde)
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