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DONECMEFLVMINEVIVOABLVERO
Weaving the wasted waters of the world,
AINULINDALE.
Nothing could be more than walking hand
in hand,
lamenting the later lords.
The gull tears my heart,
but let it be said of me: «…»
And «thus he spoke to me!»
O sinners, let us go down,
let us go down, come down,
down, in the river to pray.
O sinners, let us drown,
let us drown, come down,
where in the river we’ll stay.
I despise the land that you so cherish,
and I abhor the earth beneath my feet.