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Astilwen had remained at the back of the classroom, enchanted by the music and the vioce of Master Hearpwine. Now seeing the discomfitted looks on the faces of the younger hobbits she felt moved to offer a solution.
"Willy, maybe you children could think of the words you want to put in the song and I can help you write them down. Then, if it is agreeable to Master Hearpwine, he could sing them so you can learn them that way."
Turning to the bard in question she aksed.
"Is that acceptable?"
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“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
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