poem for gondor - the white city

sweet is the sound of the singing of the birds
in the morning sky
high is the banner that flys in the wind
low are the gates of the white city on the a hill
hidden are those that have sinned
long are the arms of the green mill
loud are the horns of kings
yet how sweet the sound as the bird sings.
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