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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 years has passed like swift draughts |
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of the sweet mead in lofty halls |
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beyond the West ,beneath the blue vaults of Varda |
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wherein the stars tremble |
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in the song of her voice ,holy and queenly. |
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Who Now shall refill the cup for me ? |
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For Now the kindler ,Varda ,the Queen of the Stars , |
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From Mount Everwhite 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 |
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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! |
