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My face is pale, my skin is bright,
My eyes are black, I fear sunlight.
I have no legs, and crooked my arms,
My heart is cold, my smile is warm.
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Not all that is cloven is broken;
Not all that is broken is tame.
Not all that falls down will get up again;
Yet all is not falling from grace.
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In days gone by, a fortress high
The road was guarded, against evil was warded.
In honour now stand the stones of the past,
Still guarding the land, forever may they last.
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Sing to the summer, the season of warmth,
The sun and the fruit in the fields;
But welcome the autumn, the fall of the leaves,
The artist of colour and change.
In red and golden leaves it paints, in cold and starry skies,
In fiery grass and flaming fruits, in misty fingers grey.
Beneath cover of boughs, at the water that springs
From the broken vale south to the plain:
On the sand and the grass, where the trees shine in gold,
We shall sing to the season of rains.
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The mountains and the river, the colour of the sky.
The forest shaded brown and green,
Where creatures roam in paths unseen;
Look to the west, mountains rise high
White where unnumbered winters lie.
But in the south, at river's end,
Elvish eternal spring close by.
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From deep dark woods, the river springs,
first twinned, but soon united,
in secret pool, in sacred glade
Hidden beneath the boughs.
Cross not the cleft, for closely by
live children of the forest;
Their lands are this, by name and right.
At dusk, they'll watch us sing.
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