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and now because I'm emotionally labile AF, have some random melancholy Tolkien from memory.
Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk and the bright hair flowing?
They have gone like rain in the mountains, like wind in the meadows.
The days have gone down in the west behind the hills into shadow.
How did it come to this?
