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Gil-Galad was an Elven - king
Of him the harpers sadly sing
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the mountains and the Sea
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silvershield...

Heca, firimar!
(Stand aside, mortals)

PS: DJA!!!

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jos uvek se produzava moja golgota
bez ljubavi,topline i jos malo bez zivota
dim prolazi kroz mene ko kroz gusto granje
o kako mi ide na kurac ovo sranje
tupa nostalgija u umirucim ocima
kraj se ne nazire kroz obojena sociva...