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Do you remember, who were king
a roughen harp's weight in your hands
what songs you wove upon the strings
upon the airs of night-chill lands
Can you still see the ashen porch
of Bregor's house, the hazel chair
where you might sit by wavering torch
and talk the night through unaware
Do you remember how the wind
would bend and sway sentinel pines
the stars that ringed Tarn Aeluin
within its darkling depths enshrined
Do you remember year by year
what child was born, what woman tall
became a wife that was a girl
you sang to sleep in father's hall
Do you remember every name
each generation upon each
each song and grief, unspoken aim
bonfire revel and late-night speech
Memory is a laden thing
Dost thou remember, who wert king?