This is terribly easy, but I'm attempting to make about four riddles at the moment, so it's the best I can do.
We are roughened,
followed by a breath,
moved by the last of the music,
where forever it echoes.
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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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