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I Danced at the Nazgūl's Wedding |
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I danced at the Nazgūl's wedding, though my heart could have burst with pain when I saw them air his bedding, the sheets that his bride would stain. |
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I danced though my feet were aching and my tears almost made me blind; and no one saw I was faking, that I had left all hope behind. |
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The wraith that I love is blowing with lust for an airheaded thing whose one interest is showing all people her pretty new ring. |
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Ah! Hoarse though I am from weeping, I would tell her, and tell her with joy, that the ring is no more in his keeping: it's on loan from his Lord as a ploy. |
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Tomorrow her tears will be spilling when back to its master it goes; but, ring or no, I would be willing to suck all my dear Nazgūl's toes. |
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Just look at his black, sexy wrapping, at his wonderful, merciless eyes! at the menacing way they are snapping, on the lookout for Dśnedain spies. |
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Yes, if Rangers of Gondor came creeping I could never go home anymore: they would see that this secretly weeping, slighted lover is old Denethor. |
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