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Dear Luthien
The years are quickly passing by
I hope you'll be there when sad winter will come
Now it's sweet spring that's carrying the summer
Don't you taste the flavour of this dream?
My Luthien, don't you feel it, at all?
My Luthien, can't you feel it, at all?
Maybe Luthien
Maybe we're deceiving ourselves to be quite perfect
While in the horizon the sun's going down
Still you see me climbing over the hilltop of our years
And we are ready to go
My Luthien, don't you feel it, at all?
My Luthien, can't you feel it, at all?
The Forest is gone
The children are grown
And we have to go, my Luthien
The memories and the Hill
They'll never be killed
And we have to go, dear Luthien
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