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Oh, if only we could simply sleep
Until the very end of Arda Marred
With no more thought of rings.

No fires of Orodruin to think about
Just sleep and dreams of better days
Before the One destroyed us.

Oh, if only we were not oath-bound
To return to where we were tortured
And in oath-breaking burned.

Or that we did not keep our oaths
Even in the breaking, letting ourself fall
Never to feel the joy of water e'er again.