‘Through woods and fields without a rest your rushing waters flow,
Through sunlit dales you find your way beneath the mountains‘ snow.
What tidings bear your waters here, o Anduin the Great?
What news you carry of my Lord? What whispers of his fate?‘
‘Sad is the news I bring to you from ancient Amon Hen
For Boromir I bore away upon my shoulders then.
I bring to you his dying words, the warmth of his last breath,
He stumbled but he still stood tall and died a hero‘s death.‘
‘O Boromir! I stand and mourn beneath the weeping skies
While Anduin does mirror still the light within your eyes.‘
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