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Rather quick piece for Boromir the Bold.
From the gate of kings the north wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
What news from the north, o mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the bold? For he is long away.
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