1. poem
Golden sparks of stars did freeze
Into wintry ice of skies.
Cry O stars! Drop your tears!
For the Queen is near to die.
Cry O stars! If she has gone,
Elven world will die away.
Boring life will have begun
At the peep of the day.
Cry O stars! Drop your tears!
A wilting rose won't rise again.
At the dawn Mirrormere
Will reflect the sun of Men
And the magic woods and dales
Will be chained by the winter.
Cast away the art of spells -
Life becomes much simpler.
Into wintry ice of skies.
Cry O stars! Drop your tears!
For the Queen is near to die.
Cry O stars! If she has gone,
Elven world will die away.
Boring life will have begun
At the peep of the day.
Cry O stars! Drop your tears!
A wilting rose won't rise again.
At the dawn Mirrormere
Will reflect the sun of Men
And the magic woods and dales
Will be chained by the winter.
Cast away the art of spells -
Life becomes much simpler.
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