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 bladed that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.

J.R.R. Tolkien

The Fellowship of the Ring

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