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In faerie forest 'neath the moon |
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As silver stars hung shimmering |
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There danced the lovely Endereth |
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As light in shadows glimmering |
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A nightingale did sing its song |
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From a lofty oaken tower |
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Her gown the moon made milky white |
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As starlight seemed to shower |
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To make a helm of diamond light |
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Fit for an elven princess |
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The night did weave a starry crown |
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To grace her golden tresses |
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On that night fair Elrenn strode |
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With armor made of sunlight |
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The shadows fled before his feet |
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To make the very air bright |
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The Elven blade Anoniel |
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Was hung upon his side |
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His shield was forged by Dwarven hands |
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And made of Dragon hide |
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Elrenn was a warrior proud |
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Who'd wandered long and weary |
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Into the Elven glade he crept |
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To see a vision eerie |
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He beheld fair Endereth |
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And heard the nightbird calling |
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Her beauty snared him as with chains |
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His heart for her was falling |
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Endereth did make a spell |
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To draw proud Elrenn to her |
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He caught her up in mighty arms |
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To hold her fast and woo her |
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Then dancing there in Elven wood |
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Twain, for a time were one |
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Both night and day the moon and sun |
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As spells about them spun |
