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You thought it was
A non-living thing
This tiny little
Insignifigant ring
You hide in the hills,
Forests, and vails
But you can't escape
It wants to be found
The ring cries out
To its master and lord
But you can do nothing
But use elven words
You call upon Elebreth
But she cannot hear you
Lost in the darkness
Still the ring draws them
Soon you will perish
Soon you will die
Then it will pass
Onto the Great Eye
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