The times are changing.
In the air,
in the earth,
in the towns.
The air gets stiff,
it’s hard to breath,
almost as if the wind will leave.
Trees grow old and wither,
leaves die and fall away,
never again will their colours change.
Buildings crumble,
statues fall,
never again to stand tall.
Elvies take sail,
men die,
Middle-earth…is lost.
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