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[00:04.61]Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
[00:11.62]long years numberless as the wings of trees!
[00:18.31]The long years have passed like swift draughts
[00:22.46]of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
[00:29.02]beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars
[00:33.63]tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
[00:41.03]Who now shall refill the cup for me?
[00:49.94]For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
[00:55.54]from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
[01:02.79]and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
[01:07.96]and out of a grey country darkness lies
[01:13.06]on the foaming waves between us, and mist
[01:19.07]covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
[01:25.80]Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
[01:37.47]Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
[01:45.05]Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!