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Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone:
Never more to wake on stony bed,
Never, till the Sun fails and Moon is dead.
We don't need them, for, however dire,
Our Barrow glows with greenish fire!
And today our lovely site
Will sparkle with fireworks for the Barrow-Wight!
Happy birthday, BW! May many more unwary hobbits come by your barrow!
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You passed from under darkened dome, you enter now the secret land. - Take me to Finrod's fabled home!... ~ Finrod: The Rock Opera
Last edited by Galadriel55; 07-06-2011 at 07:29 AM.
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