What even the morning dew does not betray,
are those who passed through in bygone day.
With feet unclothe they walked forth unseen,
in their step leaving blade of grass like it had been.
Of their passing the eldest trees might not talk,
yet ever fond of the time when elves did walk.
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Unbegotten
