One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
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Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
'Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
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RGB: 61 16 126
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RGB: 120 117 141
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RGB: 105 228 13
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RGB: 245 206 148
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RGB: 237 243 193
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
