Were the forests wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim Float beyond the world of trees Past the rushes, past the reeds Past the marshes, weaving weeds I'm the crowns of the seven kings. I'm the robes of the five wizards. South away! South away now! Far away seek the sunlight and the day. Hail, hail now, king of the mark.
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