Oct 10, 2006

I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years are falling.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!'

The Return Of The King

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