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( They held each other close, And turned their backs upon the end, The hills that split asunder, And the black that ate the skies, The flames that shot so high and hot, That even dragons burned, Would never be the final sights, That fell upon their eyes, A fly upon a wall, The waves the sea wind, Whipped and churned, The city of a thousand years, And all that men had learned, The Doom consumed them all alike, And neither of them turned. )

[R1] neither of them turned (fix-it AU for wherehopegoes)