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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
The Riddle of Strider
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
If you can guess what this is from, then and only then can we be friends.
dovahkiin
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
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