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What I wanted should be mine,-Love
thwarted first and second time.-
Third time lucky's what they say,
but shadows grew from that bright day.
Twice denied,
but now my pride,
was satisfied.
I should have cried.
Victory turned into dust.
First a boom and then a bust.
Taken captive, basely caught,
for good or ill I stood and fought.0 This entire bit could be about osgilioth
Twice denied, then I succeed,- finally denetor loves him
Now defied and twice bereaved- they thought he was dead
Still not all's bad that hardship sends,
I've lost it all but made some friends.
Faramir?
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Morsul the Resurrected
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