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In the willow-meads of Tasarinan
I walked in the Spring
Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring
In Nantasarion!
And I said that was good

I wandered in Summer
In the elm-woods of Ossiriand
Ah! the light and the music in the Summer
By the Seven Rivers of Ossir!
And I thought that was best

To the beaches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire

To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in the Winter
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thön!

My voice went up and sung in the sky

And now all those lands lie under the wave
And I walk in Ambarona
In Tauremorna
In Aldalómë

In my own land, in the country of Fangorn
Where the roots are long
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalómeë

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