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“Faerie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons:
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it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and
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stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted.”
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All that is gold does not glitter,
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Not all those who wander are lost;
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The old that is strong does not wither,
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Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
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A light from the shadows shall spring;
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Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
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The crownless again shall be king.
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The Road goes ever on and on
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Down from the door where it began.
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Now far ahead the Road has gone,
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And I must follow, if I can,
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Pursuing it with eager feet,
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Until it joins some larger way
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Where many paths and errands meet.
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And whither then? I cannot say.
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Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
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To heal my heart and drown my woe.
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Rain may fall and wind may blow,
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And many miles be still to go
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But under a tall tree I will lie,
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And let the clouds go sailing by.
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"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
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The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
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And in the glade a light was seen
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Of stars in shadow shimmering.
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Tinuviel was dancing there
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To music of a pipe unseen,
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And light of stars was in her hair,
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And in her raiment glimmering.
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There Beren came from mountains cold.
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And lost he wandered under leaves,
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And where the Elven-river rolled
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He walked alone and sorrowing.
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He peered between the hemlock-leaves
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And saw in wonder flowers of gold
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Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
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And her hair like shadow following.
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Enchantment healed his weary feet
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That over hills were doomed to roam;
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And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
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And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
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Through woven woods in Elvenhome
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She lightly fled on dancing feet,
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And left him lonely still to roam
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In the silent forest listening.
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He heard there oft the flying sound
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Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
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Or music welling underground,
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In hidden hollows quavering.
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Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
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And one by one with sighing sound
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Whispering fell the beachen leaves
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In wintry woodland wavering.
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He sought her ever, wandering far
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Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
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By light of moon and ray of star
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In frosty heavens shivering.
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Her mantle glinted in the moon,
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As on a hill-top high and far
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She danced, and at her feet was strewn
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A mist of silver quivering.
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When winter passed, she came again,
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And her song released the sudden spring,
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Like rising lark, and falling rain,
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And melting water bubbling.
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He saw the elven-flowers spring
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About her feet, and healed again
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He longed by her to dance and sing
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Upon the grass untroubling.
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Again she fled, but swift he came,
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Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
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He called her by her elvish name;
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And there she halted listening.
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One moment stood she, and a spell
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His voice laid on her: Beren came,
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And doom fell on Tinuviel
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That in his arms lay glistening.
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As Beren looked into her eyes
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Within the shadows of her hair,
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The trembling starlight of the skies
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He saw there mirrored shimmering.
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Tinuviel the elven-fair,
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Immortal maiden elven-wise,
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About him cast her shadowy hair
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And arms like silver glimmering.
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Long was the way that fate them bore,
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O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
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Through halls of iron and darkling door,
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And woods of nightshade morrowless.
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The Sundering Seas between them lay,
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And yet at last they met once more,
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And long ago they passed away
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In the forest singing sorrowless."
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In western lands beneath the Sun
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The flowers may rise in Spring,
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The trees may bud, the waters run,
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The merry finches sing.
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Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
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And swaying branches bear
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The Elven-stars as jewels white
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Amid their branching hair.
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Though here at journey's end I lie
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In darkness buried deep,
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Beyond all towers strong and high,
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Beyond all mountains steep,
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Above all shadows rides the Sun
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And Stars for ever dwell:
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I will not say the Day is done,
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Nor bid the Stars farewell.
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Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
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To dungeons deep and caverns old,
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We must away, ere break of day,
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To seek our pale enchanted gold.
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The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
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While hammers fell like ringing bells,
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In places deep, where dark things sleep,
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In hollow halls beneath the fells.
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For ancient king and elvish lord
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There many a gleaming golden hoard
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They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
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To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
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On silver necklaces they strung
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The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
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The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
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They meshed the light of moon and sun.
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Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
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To dungeons deep and caverns old,
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We must away, ere break of day,
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To claim our long-forgotten gold.
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Goblets they carved there for themselves,
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And harps of gold, where no man delves
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There lay they long, and many a song
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Was sung unheard by men or elves.
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The pines were roaring on the heights,
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The wind was moaning in the night,
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The fire was red, it flaming spread,
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The trees like torches blazed with light.
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The bells were ringing in the dale,
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And men looked up with faces pale.
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The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
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Laid low their towers and houses frail.
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The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
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The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
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They fled the hall to dying fall
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Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
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Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
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To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
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We must away, ere break of day,
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To win our harps and gold from him!
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The wind was on the withered heath,
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But in the forest stirred no leaf:
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There shadows lay be night or day,
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And dark things silent crept beneath.
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The wind came down from mountains cold,
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And like a tide it roared and rolled.
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The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
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And leaves were laid upon the mould.
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The wind went on from West to East;
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All movement in the forest ceased.
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But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
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Its whistling voices were released.
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The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
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The reeds were rattling—on it went.
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O'er shaken pool under heavens cool,
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Where racing clouds were torn and rent.
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It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
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And swept above the dragon's lair:
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There black and dark lay boulders stark,
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And flying smoke was in the air.
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It left the world and took its flight
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Over the wide seas of the night.
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The moon set sale upon the gale,
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And stars were fanned to leaping light.
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Under the Mountain dark and tall,
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The King has come unto his hall!
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His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
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And ever so his foes shall fall!
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The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
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The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
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The heart is bold that looks on gold;
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The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
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The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
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While hammers fell like ringing bells
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In places deep, where dark things sleep,
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In hollow halls beneath the fells.
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On silver necklaces they strung
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The light of stars, on crowns they hung
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The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
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The melody of harps they wrung.
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The mountain throne once more is freed!
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O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
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Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
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The king of friend and kin has need.
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Now call we over the mountains cold,
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'Come back unto the caverns old!'
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Here at the gates the king awaits,
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His hands are rich with gems and gold.
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The king has come unto his hall
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Under the Mountain dark and tall.
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The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
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And ever so our foes shall fall!
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Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
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Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
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We must away, ere break of day
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Far over the wood and mountain tall.
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To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
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In glades beneath the misty fell.
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Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
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And whither then we cannot tell.
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With foes ahead, behind us dread,
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Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
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Until at last our toil be passed,
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Our journey done, our errand sped.
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We must away! We must away!
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We ride before the break of day!
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Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
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Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
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Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
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Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
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Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
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One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
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In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
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One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
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One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
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In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
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The world was young, the mountains green,
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No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
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No words were laid on stream or stone,
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When Durin woke and walked alone.
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He named the nameless hills and dells;
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He drank from yet untasted wells;
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He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
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And saw a crown of stars appear,
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As gems upon a silver thread,
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Above the shadow of his head.
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The world was fair, the mountains tall,
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In Elder Days before the fall
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Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
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And Gondolin, who now beyond
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The Western Seas have passed away:
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The world was fair in Durin's Day.
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A king he was on carven throne
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In many-pillared halls of stone
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With golden roof and silver floor,
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And runes of power upon the door.
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The light of sun and star and moon
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In shining lamps of crystal hewn
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Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
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There shone for ever fair and bright.
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There hammer on the anvil smote,
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There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
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There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
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The delver mined, the mason built.
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There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
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And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
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Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
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And shining spears were laid in hoard.
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Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
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Beneath the mountains music woke:
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The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
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And at the gates the trumpets rang.
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The world is grey, the mountains old,
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The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
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No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
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The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
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The shadow lies upon his tomb
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In Moria, in Khazad-dum.
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But still the sunken stars appear
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In dark and windless Mirrormere;
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There lies his crown in water deep,
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Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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He chanted a song of wizardry,
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Of piercing, opening, of treachery,
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Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
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Then sudden Felagund there swaying
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Sang in answer a song of staying,
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Resisting, battling against power,
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Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
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And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
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Of changing and of shifting shape
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Of snares eluded, broken traps,
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The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
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Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
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Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong
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The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
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And all the magic and might he brought
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Of Elvenesse into his words.
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Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
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Singing afar in Nargothrond,
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The sighing of the Sea beyond,
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Beyond the western world, on sand,
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On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
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Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
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In Valinor, the red blood flowing
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Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
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The Foamriders, and stealing drew
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Their white ships with their white sails
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From lamplit havens. The wind wails,
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The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
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The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
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The captives sad in Angband mourn.
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Thunder rumbles, the fires burn —-
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And Finrod fell before the throne.
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Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
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The wind's in the tree-top, the wind's in the heather;
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The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
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And bright are the windows of night in her tower.
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Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
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Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
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The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
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Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.
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Sigh no more pine, till the wind of the morn!
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Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
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Hush! Hush! Oak, ash and thorn!
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Hushed by all water, till dawn is at hand!
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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
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Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
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Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
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And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
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Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
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In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
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There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
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While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
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O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
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The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
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O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
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And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
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But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
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What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
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Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
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Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
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We must away ere break of day
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Far over wood and mountain tall.
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To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
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In glades beneath the misty fell,
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Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
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And whither then we cannot tell.
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With foes ahead, behind us dread,
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Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
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Until at last our toil be passed,
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Our journey done, our errand sped.
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We must away! We must away!
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We ride before the break of day!
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The King beneath the mountains,
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The King of carven stone,
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The lord of silver fountains,
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Shall come into his own!
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His crown shall be upholden,
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His harp shall be restrung,
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His halls shall echo golden,
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To songs of yore re-sung.
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The woods shall wave on mountains,
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And grass beneath the sun;
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His wealth shall flow in fountains,
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And the rivers golden run.
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The streams shall run in gladness,
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The lakes shall shine and burn,
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All sorrow fail and sadness,
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At the Mountain-king's return.
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When the black breath blows,
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And death's shadow grows,
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Come Athelas! Come Athelas!
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Life to the dying,
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In the king's hand lying!
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Earendil was a mariner
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that tarried in Arvernien;
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he built a boat of timber felled
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in Nimbrethil to journey in;
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her sails he wove of silver fair,
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of silver were her lanterns made,
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her prow was fashioned like a swan
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and light upon her banners laid.
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In panolpy of ancient kings,
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in chained rings he armoured him;
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his shining shield was scored with runes
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to ward all wounds and harm from him;
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his bow was made of dragon-horn,
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his arrows shorn of ebony;
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of silver was his habergeon,
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his scabbard of chalcedony;
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his sword of steel was valient,
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of adamant his helmet tall,
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an eagle-plume upon his crest,
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upon his breast an emerald.
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Beneath the Moon and under star
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he wandered far from northern strands,
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bewildered on enchanted ways
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beyond the days of mortal lands.
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From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
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where shadow lies on frozen hills,
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from nether heats and burning waste
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he turned in haste, and roving still
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on starless waters far astray
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at last he came to Night of Naught,
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and passed, and never sight he saw
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of shining shore nor light he sought.
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The winds of wrath came driving him,
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and blindly in the foam he fled
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from west to east and errandless,
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unheralded he homeward sped.
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There flying Elwing came to him,
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and flame was in the darkness lit;
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more bright than light of diamond
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the fire on her carcanet.
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The Silmaril she bound on him
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and crowned him with the living light,
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and dauntless then with burning brow
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he turned his prow; and in the night
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from otherworld beyond the Sea
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there strong and free a storm arose,
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a wind of power in Tarmenel;
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by paths that seldom mortal goes
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his boat it bore with biting breath
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as might of death across the grey
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and long forsaken seas distressed;
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from east to west he passed away.
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Thought Evernight he back was borne
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on black and roaring waves that ran
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o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
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that drowned before the Days began,
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until he hears on strands of pearl
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where end the world the music long,
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where ever-foaming billows roll
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the yellow gold and jewels wan.
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He saw the Mountain silent rise
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where twilight lies upon the knees
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of Valinor, and Eldamar
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beheld afar beyond the seas.
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A wanderer escaped from night
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to haven white he came at last,
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to Elvenhome the green and fair
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where keen the air, where pale as glass
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beneath the Hill of Ilmarin
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a-glimmer in a valley sheer
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the lamplit towers of Tirion
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are mirrored on the Shadowmere.
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He tarried there from errantry,
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and melodies they taught to him,
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and sages old him marvels told,
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and harps of gold they brought to him.
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They clothed him then in elven-white,
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and seven lights before him sent,
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as through the Calacirian
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to hidden land forlorn he went.
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He came unto the timeless halls
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where shining fall the countless years,
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and endless reigns the Elder King
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in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
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and words unheard were spoken then
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of folk and Men and Elven-kin,
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beyond the world were visions showed
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forbid to those that dwell therein.
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A ship then new they built for him
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of mithril and of elven glass
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with shining prow; no shaven oar
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nor sail she bore on silver mast:
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the Silmaril as lantern light
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and banner bright with living flame
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to gleam thereon by Elbereth
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herself was set, who thither came
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and wings immortal made for him,
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and laid on him undying doom,
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to sail the shoreless skies and come
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behind the Sun and light of Moon.
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From Evergreen's lofty hills
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where softly silver fountains fall
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his wings him bore, a wandering light,
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beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.
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From a World's End there he turned away,
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and yearned again to find afar
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his home through shadows journeying,
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and burning as an island star
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on high above the mists he came,
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a distant flame before the Sun,
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a wonder ere the waking dawn
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where grey the Norland waters run.
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And over Middle-Earth he passed
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and heard at last the weeping sore
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of women and of elven-maids
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in Elder Days, in years of yore.
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But on him mighty doom was laid,
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till Moon should fade, an orbed star
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to pass, and tarry never more
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on Hither Shores where Mortals are;
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or ever still a herald on
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an errand that should never rest
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to bear his shining lamp afar,
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to Flammifer of Westernesse.
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Snow-white! Snow-white! O lady clear!
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O Queen beyond the Western Sea!
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O Light to us that wander here
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Amid the world of woven trees!
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Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
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Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath.
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Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
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In a far land beyond the Sea.
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O stars that in the Sunless Year
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With shining hand by her were sown,
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In windy fields now bright and clear
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We see your silver blossom blown.
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O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
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We still remember, we who dwell
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In this far land beneath the trees,
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Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
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A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
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Silivren penna miriel
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O menal aglar elenath!
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Na-chaered palan-diriel
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O galadhremmin ennorath,
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Fanuilos, le linnathon
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nef aear, si nef aearon!
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Ai! laurie lantar lassi surinen!
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Yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron,
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Yeni ve linte yuldar vanier
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Mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreva
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Andune pella Vardo tellumar
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Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
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Omaryo airetari-lirinen.
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Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?
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An si Tintalle Varda Oilosseo
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Ve fanyar maryat Elentari ortane,
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Ar ilye tier undulare lumbule;
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Ar sindanoriello caita mornie
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I falmalinnar imbe met, ar hisie
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Untupa Calaciryo miri oiale.
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Si vanwa na, Romello vanwa, Valimar!
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Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
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Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!
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Ah! Like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
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Long years numberless as the wings of trees!
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The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead
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In lofty halls beyond the West
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Beneath the blue vaults of Varda
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Wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice,
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Holy and queenly.
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Who now shall refill the cup for me?
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For now the Kindler, Varda,
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The Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite
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Has uplifted her hands like clouds,
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And all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
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And out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us,
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And mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
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Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
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Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
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Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!
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Gilthoniel A Elbereth!
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A Elbereth Gilthoniel
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O menel palan-diriel,
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Le nallon si dinguruthos!
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A tiro nin, Fanuilos!
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A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
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Silivren penna miriel
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O menal aglar elenath,
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Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
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We still remember, we who dwell
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In this far land beneath the trees
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Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
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O! What are you doing,
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And where are you going?
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Your ponies need shoeing!
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The River is flowing!
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O! Tra-la-la-lally
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Here down in the valley!
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O! What are you seeking,
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And where are you making?
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The faggots are reeking!
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The bannocks are baking!
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O! Tril-lil-lil-lolly
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The valley is jolly
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Ha ha!
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O! Where are you going,
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With beards all a-wagging?
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No knowing, no knowing
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What brings Mister Baggins,
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And Balin and Dwalin
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Down into the valley
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In June
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Ha ha!
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O! Will you be staying,
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Or will you be flying?
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Your ponies are straying!
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The daylight is dying!
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To fly would be folly,
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To stay would be jolly!
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And listen and hark
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Till the end of the dark
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To our tune.
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Ha ha!
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The dragon is withered,
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His bones are now crumbled!
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His armor is shivered,
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His splendour is humbled!
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Though sword shall be rusted
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And throne and crown perish,
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With strength that men trusted
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And wealth that they cherish,
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Here grass is still growing,
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And leaves are yet swinging!
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The white water is flowing,
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And elves are yet singing!
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Come! Tra-la-la-lally!
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Come back to the valley!
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The stars are far brighter
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Than gems without measure,
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The moon is far whiter
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Than silver in treasure:
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The fire is more shining
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On hearth in the gloaming
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Than gold won by mining,
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So why so a-roaming?
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O! Tra-la-la-lally!
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Come back to the Valley!
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O! Where are you going?
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So late in returning?
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The water is flowing!
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The stars are all burning!
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O! Whither so laden,
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So sad and so dreary?
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Here elf and elf-maiden
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Now welcome the weary!
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With tra-la-la-lally
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Come back to the Valley,
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Tra-la-la-lally
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Fa-la-la-lally
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Ha ha!
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He chanted a song of wizardry,
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Of piercing, opening, of treachery,
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Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
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Then sudden Felagund there swaying
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Sang in answer a song of staying,
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Resisting, battling against power,
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Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
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And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
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Of changing and of shifting shape
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Of snares eluded, broken traps,
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The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
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Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
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Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong
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The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
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And all the magic and might he brought
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Of Elvenesse into his words.
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Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
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Singing afar in Nargothrond,
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The sighing of the Sea beyond,
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Beyond the western world, on sand,
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On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
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Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
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In Valinor, the red blood flowing
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Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
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The Foamriders, and stealing drew
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Their white ships with their white sails
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From lamplit havens.
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The wind wails,
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The wolf howls.
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The ravens flee.
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The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
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The captives sad in Angband mourn.
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Thunder rumbles, the fires burn ---
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And Finrod fell before the throne.
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Day is ended, dim my eyes,
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But journey long before me lies.
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Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
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The ship's beside the stony wall.
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Foam is white and waves are grey;
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beyond the sunset leads my way.
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Foam is salt, the wind is free;
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I hear the rising of the sea.
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Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
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the wind is east, the moorings fret.
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Shadows long before me lie,
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beneath the ever-bending sky,
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but islands lie behind the Sun
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that i shall raise ere all is done;
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lands there are to west of West,
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where night is quiet and sleep is rest.
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Guided by the Lonely Star,
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beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
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I'll find the heavens fair and free,
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and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
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Ship my ship! I seek the West,
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and fields and mountains ever blest.
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Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
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I see the star above my mast!
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