I long for seas of changing
of emerald green and blue
of white waves falling on a shore
of pearly silver dew.

Of mallorns high and tall
surrounded by yellow flowers
wreathed in cool winds blowing
through their lofty bowers.

A tree of white encircled
by a city built of stone
a sign known to men
that many call their own.

Oh! How I long for this world
with ents and dwarves and elves
that realm that so many call
just a child's tale.

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