The Old Walking Song (by Bilbo) The road goes ever on and on Down form the door where it all began Now far ahead the road has gone And I must follow if I can Pursuing it with eager feet Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet And whiter then? I cannot say. Enwina vantalindale (vilvanen) i tie oiolelya lim ar lim undu i andollo yasse ilya mostane sí atahyara i tie oántie ar hiluvan ai tolin ryaties írie talinen tenna rahta i anda rata la yasse rimbe vatar ar mótar omentar ar manna ata? utolin kwete
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