Feet don’t fail me now, take me to the finish line
Fantastic beasts and where Hagrid hides them.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Feet don’t fail me now, take me to the finish line
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Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it seem
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
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