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Sing along thy blessed rhyme
Words taken by the everlasting scent
Near the ardour of the fire
Sing along, sing thine never ending lament.

Dance for the sun and moon
Dance and stretch thy wings
In the midst of the flames,
Sing along, in the elven tune.

The clouds have risen for thy eyes
Endless drapes beyond the proud mountains
Only to give glory to the auburn skies
Sing along, bathe in their crystal fountains.

Then rise thy hands,
And proclaim the beauty within
For these are the fairest of the lands
Sing along, let the sun lighten thine skin.

Cast thine gaze toward the trees
They breathe life, and life breathe them eternity
Here in the shelter of the beetles and bees,
Sing along, dance free forever more.