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Poetic Arda  by Mirach

The Last Mallorn

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I saw

A tree stood alone

For him the wind played a song

I know

Wide is its crown

Its roots through centuries strong

-o-

I saw

A trunk proud and tall

Like temple-pillars of old

I know

The leaves that don't fall

But turn to purest of gold

-o-

I saw

The sprouting young leaves

Like gems of green light in spring

I know

And then my heart bleeds

A dirge is the song that I sing

-o-

I saw

The last Elven tree

Upon this darkened grey shore

I know

Over the wide Sea

They're gone to return no more...


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