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Ode to the Earth - Galadriel |
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The limpid water of upland brooks is falling down from rocks into the lakes |
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And the look to the green valleys of virgin nature delights my spirit |
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Springy meadows are coloured by thousands of flowers and flying butterflies |
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I smell the flavoured air and the wind is dishevelling my hair |
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(the) lowlands and hills my rivers and brooks |
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That look strokes me and makes my glad heart beat |
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(the) gallop of my horse take me over (that) grace |
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(i'm) dancing alone among the ancient trees |
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The land is veiled by misty haze in cold mornings - mornings of the fall |
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Only proud mountains mighty stands and watch that grace there down all around |
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(the) sun beats out the way and breathe in new day into my pale face |
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I will fly up to the cloads in the highs on the magic eagle's wings now |
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WHITE SNOW IS LIKE A MIRROR |
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UNDER (THE) TOUCH OF SUNSHINE'S RAYS |
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(THE) FALLIG SNOW FLAKES TICKLES MY NOSE |
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IN THE COLD WINTER'S DAYS |
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Mother EARTH as you borned me in the spring |
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So adopt my soul now at the end of times |
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(the) wind of freedom blows my last dreaming |
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In singing of the birds sounds lullaby of mine |
