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[ti:Namarie] |
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[ar:Ainulindale] |
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[al:] |
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She runs, her cold feet caressing the grasss where she used to sit. |
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And on the edge a path leads to the West, |
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She knows it from long ago when the world was in its early days. |
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Timeless a song that vanished in dream, |
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As gold sand was made to torn to mud, |
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Flooded by rivers of pain and cold streams of hate. |
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She says "let it go, there is no need to fight" |
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When she used to sing "Namariё" |
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Floating to the edge, where a path leads to the west, |
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She was made to turn to dust, |
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Wounded by words of hate and the void that took hold of our souls. |
