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Auctioneer-agorn!
Aragorn: H-all right all you lovely Middle-earthlings, I have here ONE fine Boromir, a real son of Gondor! WhuddamI bid? Let's start at NINE silver pennies, do I hear ten, ten, ten, ten, TEN! Gimmie 'leven 'leven 'leven, alright! What about fifteen? fif' fif' fif' FIFTEEN from the lovely Elf in the plaid tweed jacket! Can I hear twenty, twenty twenty? Fifteen going once, going twice...
Boromir: Father? Are you going to stand for that?
Denethor: Sorry son, that's beyond the budget!
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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