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Midwood in autumn moon |
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Dawning upon silver dewshimmering like firefliesand golden leaves from up highstriding up to me |
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The lady of goldenwoodin shrouds of pearls and palest whitethough she bears the mark of the wilds |
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She is the queen of her kind["Among the highest branches, above the temple alcoves my youngest daughter, the elven princess Sariel, often sat and sang hymns and ballads of olden lore and was little concerned with the heavy burden bestowed upon her family. Her favourite song was that of the magical ivory flutes of Niaranden, the Naiden children - the elfkind"] |
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Sung by flutes of ivorynotes soar round the elder treestairs ascending to far up highwhere golden leaves kiss the sky |
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The lady of goldenwoodin shrouds of pearls and palest whitethough she bears the mark of the wilds |
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She is the queen of her kind |
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For the longest time we expected you |
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Ilamrion, "Islander". |
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Your story planted with the very seeds of |
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Val'inthor |
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On our journey |
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I answered you with only silence, |
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For the ever present shadow scoured the valleys and moors |
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Asking your name. |
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Man will rise as one under the |
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First-born's law,unholy war brings to demise to elf and dwarf |
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Second-born from the shores beyond,in his sacrifice a prophecy is undone |
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When night retrests, |
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Thousands have fallen on ivory ground |
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Dragon Son,there can be only one |
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The lady of goldenwoodwith words of death and palest gloom |
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And now as |
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I leave her behind, |
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She remains in my mind |
