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All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither,
deep
roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring.
Renerved
shall be blade that was broken,
the crownless again shall be king.
We are a guild of friends and family only.
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