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Слушать(AI)Bregalads Lament
O Orofarne,
Lassemista,
Carnimirie!
O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!
O rowan mine,
I saw you shine upon a summer's day,
Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft!
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bare aloft!
O rowan dead, upon your head your haif is dry and grey;
Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day.
O Orofarne,
Lassemista,
Carnimirie!
