Though I was not old I seemed so from my beginning.
I walked beneath the world, forging a path for grey shadowed followers.
But in the end it was the match of either that finished me.
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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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