Ere time,
Ere life,
Ere all is lost,
The wood elves came along the wind,
From places far we’ve never been,
Dwarves, elves and merry folk,
Some to hide- some for a smoke,
A long pipe runs to his furry feet,
A stop on the way to the stormy seas,
Ere the days became long and hard,
Twas a beautiful refuge for those of afar.
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