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Brightness of a Blade
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this thread shall go on...;)
Ok, here's a new one:
This time a poem by Byron. I managed to modify only the last stanza, so here it is: Original version: From the wreck of the past, which hath perished, Thus much I at least may recall: It hath taught me that which I most cherished Deserved to be dearest of all. In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. My version: (This can be from Frodo or Sam's POV) From the wreck of the past, which hath perished, Thus much I at least can recall: It hath taught me that Hope that I cherished Deserved to be dearest of all. Golden flowers still dwell in the meadow, In Gondor there grows a White Tree. And a star brightly piercing the shadow, Says that Beauty forever shall be.
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