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,

From the shadows a light shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

(If you don’t know who wrote this you shouldn’t be reading this blog)

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