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The World Was Young
the mountains green
the Moon was seen
He named the nameless
The world is grey
the mountains old
hills and dells
The forge's fire is ashen-cold
No harp is wrung
No words were laid
He drank from yet untasted wells
no hammer falls
The darkness dwells
He stooped and looked
in Durin's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
No stain yet on
on stream or stone
in Mirrormere
In Moria in Khazad-dum
But still the sunken
And saw a crown of stars appear
stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere
When Durin woke and walked alone
As gems upon a silver thread
There lies his crown
in water deep
Above the shadow of his head
Till Durin wakes
again from sleep
