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The Passage of the Marshes, All dead, all rotten. Elves and Men and Orcs, The Dead Marshes, there was a great battle long ago, yes, so they told him when Sméagol was young, when I was young before the Precious came. It was a great battle, They fought on the plain for days and months at the Black Gates, But the Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the graves; always creeping, creeping.