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.—J.R.R. Tolkien
What beautiful language is this?
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