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Now dear Bernard lies in darkness,
most loyal of fighters.
The sound of the harp shall not wake the warrior;
nor shall the man hold a golden wine-cup,
nor good hawk swing through the hall,
nor the swift horse stamp in the courtyard.
An evil death has set forth the noble warrior
A song shall sing the sorrowing minstrels of Meduseld
That noble lord, who always held me dear
Now is held in darkness, enclosed.

 

Rest in a Peace well earned. :sad:

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