1. East Wind
From mountains dark and coasts forlorn the East Wind ever flies
And whispering in silent lands it seeks to spread its lies.
No news from the East, o treacherous wind, I ask of you at dawn,
No news of him who's long been lost, whose loss I'll ever mourn.
I will not hear your poisoned words, your visions I won't see,
Begone, foul wind, your deadly breath won't dim my memory
Of him who fought the night alone to see our hope reborn,
Of him who with his dying breath redeemed a vow forsworn.
O Boromir, you won't return from North, from South or West,
but Boromir, where'er you walk eternally be blessed.
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