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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, Tall Men with long swords, and terrible Elves, and Orcses shrieking, 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.
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