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Well then, let's give it another go, shall we?
I believe it's Gamil Zirak, the master of Telchar.
Why all the Ms.-ing? Makes me feel like a grandmother and I'm only 22! 
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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