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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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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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With foes ahead, behind us dread, |
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Until at last our toil be passed, |
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Our errand sped, Our journey done, |
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To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell |
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In glades beneath the misty fell, |
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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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Seldom have walked the feet of Men |
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Few mortal eyes have seen the light |
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That lies there ever, long and bright. |
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Clear is the water of your well; |
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White is the star in your white hand; |
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Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land |
