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in water deep - Till Durin
But still the sunken
The world is grey
There hammer on the anvil smote
The world was young
the mountains green
There chisel clove and
No stain yet on the Moon
was seen - No words were laid
the mountains old
graver wrote - There forged was
on stream or stone - When Durin
woke and walked alone
blade and bound was hilt
He named the nameless hills
and dells - He drank from
stars appear - in dark and
The forge's fire is ashen cold
The delver mined the mason built
yet untasted wells
He stooped and
There beryl pearl and opal pale
looked in Mirromere
And saw a crown of stars appear
No harp is wrung
And metal wrought
As gems upon a silver thread
Above the shadows of his head
like fishes mail
The world was fair
the mountains tall
