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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:

of wind I sang, a wind there came, and in the branches blew.

Beyond the sun, beyond the moon,

the foam was on the sea,

and by the strand of Ilmarin there grew

a golden tree.

Beneath the stars of ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,

in Eldamar beside the walls of elven Tirion.

"There long the golden leaves have grown upon

the branching years,

and here beyond the sundering seas now fall the elven-tears.

O Lorien! The winter comes,

the bare and leafless day;

the leaves are falling in the stream,

the river flows away.

O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this hither shore

and in a fading crown have twined

the golden Elanor.