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West of Moon East of Sun, by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
Lament for the Rohirrim, by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountains,
like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the West, behind the hills, into Shadow.
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