Vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië! `Ah! Like gold fall the Elven-tears. O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare hills; but in a blind night.

• Once more, And long listening's hungry work.
• To youi'self many times, indeed . . .
• Corner be- hind them. He.
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