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I am a captive troll on the edge of darkness. I push those gates apart.
I am its opening as it opens. I am silent. My heart in this new dawn,
my mind in the darkness and my old ways of this heavy burden.
I am a troll who drools and dreams and never speaks. I am a troll
whose hour has come. I am a troll who pulled and pushed the stone
when darkness reigned. And this is my song at the Gate of Mordor.