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That was a doozy:
"Boromir, O Boromir! What did she say to you, the Lady that dies not? What did she see? What woke in your heart then? Why went you ever to Laurelindórenan, and came not by your own road, upon the horses of Rohan riding home in the morning?"
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Originally Posted by Mithalwen
Tom was poet bot. Tom only sold soul for art. Tom suffered. Mith mithed Tom |
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