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Like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees. The years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls. Beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me?
— Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
 (book)
by J.R.R Tolkien
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