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J R R Tolkien - Winter Comes To Nargothrond
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Winter comes to Nargothrond

The summer slowly    in the sad forest
waned and faded.    In the west arose
winds that wandered    over warring seas.
Leaves were loosened    from labouring boughs:
fallow-gold they fell,    and the feet buried
of trees standing    tall and naked,
rustling restlessly    down roofless aisles,
shifting and drifting.    The shing vessel
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