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But here's a first attempt:
I dreamed a lot about coming back to the Shire.
About good Shire earth under my toes once more,
Good beer in my belly and good songs.
No Men strutting around like fat roosters.
No Hobbits afraid of other hobbits.
No Chief calling the tune.
No barren Shirref houses.
No felled trees.
No Rules.
No.
I dreamed a lot about coming back to the Shire.
About good Shire earth under my toes once more,
Good beer in my belly and good songs.
No Men strutting around like fat roosters.
No Hobbits afraid of other hobbits.
No Chief calling the tune.
No barren Shirref houses.
No felled trees.
No Rules.
No.
