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Old 09-16-2003, 02:17 AM   #69
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And lo! feathery light strains of music suddenly erupted delicately on the scene. The renowned Elven minstrel, Barrë Maníloe, smirked out a tune* that was catchy in much the same way a cold is catching.

Her name was Loléf, she was a half-elf
With Similars in her hair and pointy ears pointing... there!
She would sing and do the springle-ring
And while she tried to be a star,
Toní was imprisoned in Barad-dûr
In a dungeon full of gore,
They tortured him from 8 till 4
What is one limb when you have another?
Who could ask for more?

At the Barad (Ai!), Barad-dûr-a (or Barát-Höm-a)
The hottest spot east of Grundor-a
At the Barad (Ai!), Barad-dûr-a
Fire and pain was always the game
At the Barad....they wear gloves

(Barad Barad-dûr-a!)

Her name is Loléf, she was a half-elf
But that was a stanza or so ago,
When this used to be a poem
Now it's a ramble, but not for Loléf
Still pointing with her ears, Stones of Feeblnore in her hairs
She sips Strangeeks all the time, and drinks 'Mudwater till she's blind
She lost her immortality and she lost her Toní
Now she's lost her mind!


* Lyrics copyright Third Age by Vogonwë Brownbark and Muddy Music Records
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