The Lost Poems of Beren by Archivist

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Poem 3


The rivers speak thy name in sighs,
As sunlight weepeth in the skies,
I trace the path thy laughter drew,
And follow where the starlight flew.

Quenya:

Sirilya nyénë nyélë,
Carnelya lirëa lirë,
Ambëa tanwë túlyë lómë,
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