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I liked yours. Now, for mine own:
Long ago, in lands of old
I came to existence, with hair of gold
The holder of my heart had golden hair too
And our love was pure and true
Long ago, we left the shores
Of a land we called our home
We did in on my behest, disappearing from all the tales
But we helped provide hope in the times yet to come
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Tuor: Yeah, it was me who broke [Morleg's] arm. With a wrench. Specifically, this wrench.
I am suffering from Maeglinomaniacal Maeglinophilia.
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