I am called home, but cannot answer.
The white gulls call to me, but I cannot sail.
There is no ship left here to bear me home.
I long to return, but I have been left behind.
The Sea is calling, calling, calling.
I kneel at the Mithlond and weep, for it is empty.
There are no ships, no Elves, no songs.
They all have departed, long ago.
None now remain.
I am alone now.

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