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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 |
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of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, |
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beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars |
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tremble 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, and mist |
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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! |
