(ŠAlf Davies 2004)</p>

I tell of the passing of the Elves, first were here then faded away<br>
As men we think first of ourselves, won't get some wisdom, in the way<br>
Three fatal unions, human and Elf, faced with the Devil's favourite choice<br>
To live for the future or live for the self, they chose with a knowing, confident voice</p>

Oceans beckoned constantly<br>
The Havens waiting for the sign<br>
Three rings fading, the Fourth Age raging<br>
Time to cross the one-way line<br>
Time to cross that one-way line</p>
	
Long ago they'd come ashore, from Valinor, forever young<br>
To wrest back the jewels proud Morgoth wore, they stayed to keep the world in sun<br>
Now they are thin, maybe gone (just light), faded in spirit, shadows just there<br>
The songs of the ages, still there are songs, they were the light in total despair</p>

Oceans beckoned constantly<br>
The Havens waiting for the sign<br>
Three rings fading, the Fourth Age raging<br>
Time to cross the one-way line<br>
Time to cross that one-way line</p>
	
They are the wonders of their time, Rivendell, Lothlorien<br>
Now but a shadow, of their prime, the Third Age is ebbing slow<br>
And men are bred to grow, men are bred to grow</p>
	
Elrond with Vilya, heart of the three<br>
Galadriel shimmers in Nenya's white light<br>
Gandalf fire burning, red Narya we see<br>
And Frodo and Samwise, an incredible sight<br>
With Cirdan and Bilbo, who gave up the rings<br>
The humblest are most truly blessed<br>
The last great Elves are heading west<br>
The last great Elves are heading west<br>
The last great Elves have all gone west<br>
The last great Elves have all gone west<br>
The last great Elves have all gone west</p>

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