All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are n — Bilbo Baggins
All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are n — Bilbo Baggins
All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are n — Bilbo Baggins
All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are n — Bilbo Baggins
All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are n — Bilbo Baggins
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All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are not reached by the frost

— Bilbo Baggins
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