I knew I knew it. I told mom is was Tolkien, but I finally found the whole thing. Lord of the Rings.
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; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
Still don't know who the man is. Looks like Gene Wilder. Momma said you found it after too much tequila. I then informed her there was no such thing.
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I knew I knew it. I told mom is was Tolkien, but I finally found the whole thing. Lord of the Rings.
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;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Still don't know who the man is. Looks like Gene Wilder. Momma said you found it after too much tequila. I then informed her there was no such thing.
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