Watching as the Elves pass by,
Heading to the Western shore.
Walking to the harboured boats,
Not to return for evermore.
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I see it in their faces –
They are glad to go away,
So joyful as they know that
They shall cross the sea this day.
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My people slowly board the ships
To be sailed away from home.
Yet I stay dwelling in my forests,
The last elf – I alone.
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I cannot comprehend this;
How could they be so glad
To leave the land of their birth
And all they ever had?
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I shall not go, I never will;
I'll stay here on this ground.
The White Shores will not take my heart,
To the sea I am not bound.
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The harbour and the spreading seas
Glint in the setting sun,
But I will stay upon the Earth,
Here where my days began.
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But I forgot to bid farewell –
I must go to say goodbye.
To part from every elf I know
Ere grey clouds streak the sky.
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The harbour comes into my view
And I now see the sea.
But, alas! Alas! The ships have gone;
No last goodbye to me.
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They left without a single wave
Nor one spoken word.
No chance to see them one last time,
To see them part this world.
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I cry out loud my heart's distress,
My pain akin to none.
I could not accept it, but I know
That I'm the only one.
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A cruel blow, a tragic fate –
That which I have to bear;
Cut from those most dear to me,
And left to my despair.