A tall white ship
Up to the sky
We saw it ride
On its wings of gold
Carrying upon its sails
The hopes of man
Fly away to shores in the West
While all the doves cry out your name
Eärendil, gone are the days
The mountains are old, the oceans lie cold
Fly away to shores in the West
While all the doves cry out your name
Eärendil, gone are the days
Now leave behind those earthly gyves

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