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From
the
mouths
of
the
Sea
the
South
Wind
flies
,
from
the
sandhills
and
the
stones
;
The
wailing
of
the
gulls
it
bears
,
and
at
the
gate
it
moans
.
'
What
news
from
the
South
,
O
sighing
wind
,
do
you
bring
to
me
at
eve
?
Where
now
is
Boromir
the
Fair
?
He
tarries
and
I
grieve
.
'
'
Ask
not
of
me
where
he
doth
dwell-so
many
bones
there
lie
On
the
white
shores
and
the
dark
shores
under
the
stormy
sky
;
So
many
have
passed
down
Anduin
to
find
the
flowing
Sea
.
Ask
of
the
North
Wind
news
of
them
the
North
Wind
sends
to
me
!
'
'
O
Boromir
!
Beyond
the
gate
the
seaward
road
runs
south
,
But
you
came
not
with
the
wailing
gulls
from
the
grey
sea
's
mouth
.
'
