Many years had passed by,
without you, my dear Legolas.
Every night I remember you sweet lips,
your smooth hands touching my skin.
Why aren’t you here?
Why did I let you go?
I want you to know
that I’ll always be here,
thinking in your memory
which sinks very deep in my heart.
Why aren’t you here?
Why did I let you go?
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