A Child - For the casulties of war, too often forgotten in the victory.

The people are rejoicing,
O child why do thee cry,
The morrow's sun in dawning,
And the stars remain at nigh,
And the city is restored now,
The King returs at last,
The doubt of war is ended,
The shadow of Sauron passed.

The truth became thy honour,
The good and just have won,
And the day has proved victorious,
And we again can see the sun.
And still thy tears weep so,
Child why do thee weep?
And thus replied the child,
"For was has my father in death's keep."

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