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Olorin, who once was...

Sent by the Lords of the West

To guard the lands of the East

Wisest of all Maiar

What drove you to leave

That which you loved?



Mithrandir,Mithrandir O Pilgrim Grey

No more will you wander the green fields of this earth



Your journey has ended in darkness

The bonds cut,the spirit broken

The Flame of Anor has left this World

A great light,has gone out