Lothlorien, Land of the Golden Wood
I walk so slow through golden trees,
The misty light shines down on me,
A sent of flowers in the air,
My life is complete, without want or care.
The Valar in their mighty days,
Created Middle Earth this way,
But the wrath of evil did strike us down,
And now there's little left that's sound.
The trunks of trees, so slender there,
Or thick and strong, mighty and fair,
A leaf drifts slowly down to me,
I marvel at it bright beauty.
The water shines like stars above,
Lothlorien, my fairest love,
No other forest is quite so good,
As the land of the golden wood.
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