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Elowen
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Many a tiresome hour
I have bestowed on
My golden flower
. . ....
Poetry
They knew that love would not be lost
Between the two, who knew loves cost /
And though lovers be lost, love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion...
Although I tread on callous stone
I know I do not walk alone
For even while in cobble cool
I still can hear the whipperwhool...