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    In the past, beyond the pale

    A forgotten story, a foreign tale

    Traversing through a mountainous wood

    A lone figure, wearing a hood

    The forest was dire, but he walked with ease

    Because he alone was the master of trees

    Branches sway to clear a street

    For any other, they would surely beat

    What was the name of that man on the hill?

    Why, none other than Tom Bombadil!