Hauntful tolls of the bells
Roll across the city
And continue over the lands of Middle-earth,
Peeling silver weeping for
The one who is lost.

The wind does not stir,
The clouds are still,
The waters halt in their running,
And the night that comes
Is the longest the earth has known.
Shadows weep, starlight quivers,
The moon dare not shine this night
O wretched night of death’s bitter sorrow!

He has gone forever and on
Only to live in men’s long memories
As the Healer, Renewer, and King
To rival all kings ever on earth.

Farewell! Farewell O King!
Until we meet beyond the world…

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