Lothlórien
The mist hangs heavy o'er Lórien,
that lovely misty fell;
But in the depths of trees bright gold
there shines an ancient star.
Now I mourn for Lórien,
that lovely misty fell.
For never more go wandering
the Elves of Lórien.

Lothlórien
The mist hangs heavy o'er Lórien,
that lovely misty fell;
But in the depths of trees bright gold
there shines an ancient star.
Now I mourn for Lórien,
that lovely misty fell.
For never more go wandering
the Elves of Lórien.
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