Lothlorien the Pure - Personal Poetry

I'm gonna ramble up the mountain hill past the silver trees,
Up to the mountain peak and feel the gentle breeze.
I'm going to listen to the birds, the tune, they whistle and sing,
Breathe this air so pure and clean and dance with a merry grin.
The stream that flows gayly along,
the sound of the water as it sings its song.
The enchanting song of Galadriel's voice,
I wouldn't leave it if I had the choice!
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