Lothlorien (translation)
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Olórin, who once was...
Sent by the Lords of the West
To guard the lands of the East
Wisest of all Maiar
What drove you to leave
That which you loved?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir O Pilgrim Grey
No more will you wonder the green fields of this earth
Your journey has ended in darkness
The bonds cut, the spirits broken
The Flame of Anor has left this World
A great light has gone out.
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