Thursday, December 12, 2019

Glitter...



All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;


The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.[1][2]

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