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  I Danced at the 
Nazgūl's Wedding
 
  We hired ABBA to play at this wedding.  
     
  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.
 
  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.
 
  The wraith that I love is blowing
with lust for an airheaded thing
whose one interest is showing
all people her pretty new ring.
 
  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.
 
  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.
 
  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.
 
  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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