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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
