In Lothlorien

Oh, in Lothlorien
long ere the night begins
I have wondered with my friends.

To the Golden Woods
my feet have trod,
downy soft is the sod.

In the trees above
the wind wafts softly,
quiet whispers surround me.

I feel the peace
that has oft been missing
along my journey winging.

To be allowed to reside here
even for a short while
will sustain me now for many a mile.

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