Leaving my body,
I go far
To where the world is simpler,
And life more fair.
Oh, what bitterness to taste the draught of life.
Of others who speak of light,
I think mistaken.
For where can this light be?
Only darkness do I see.
Into the black haze in which my mind goes,
Brightness dare not follow.
Oh, a savior do I need,
But there is none.
East of the moon,
West of the sun,
I wander thus,
Alone, and with much to want,
In my world of dreams.
If only I were never to wake,
But to sleep, evermore,
in the fair lands,
With the fair people
Of Lorien.
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