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Father time, I'm running late

I'm winding down, I'm growing tired

Seconds drift into the night

The clock just ticks till my time expires

You were once my friend

Now I know I can't tie your hands

The days I saved I couldn't spend

They fell like sand through the hourglass

No time to lose, no time to choose

Time taking time, it's taken mine

Scenes of my life seem so unkind

Time chasing time creeps up behind

I can't run forever, and time waits for no one

Not even me

An enemy I can't defend

My final place a deadly end

Life's just a speck in space

Dreams of an eternal resting place

I can't get any younger

Time has brutal hunger

Time taking time, it's taken mine

Scenes of my life seem so unkind

Time chasing time creeps up behind

I can't run forever, and time waits for no one

Not even me

megadeth-time the beginning

In vis mi-a aparut o fata

Un chip de inger m-a sarutat usor...

Paula Seling- Chip de inger

All that is gold does not glitter

All that is long does not last

All that is old does not wither

Not all that is over is past

And I may not get through in time

Oh, Elfstone - bearer of my green stone

In the south under snow a green stone thou shalt see Elfstone

In the shadow of the dark throne

For the hour is at hand

That long hath awaited thee

Greenleaf - bearer of the Elvenbow

Far beyond Mirkwood many trees on earth grow

Thy last shaft when thou hast shot

Under the mournful trees thou shalt walk

For dark are the waters of Kheledzaram

And my heart trembles at the thought

That I may see them soon

I am longing for harmony - the freedom within me

Out of dark to the day

She may be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell....

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She maybe the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows in the past

That I remember 'till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is

She....She

Oh, she....

she - elvis costello

O fading town upon an,

An island hill, old shadows,

Shall linger in thine ancient,

The thine ancient gate...

Thy robe is grey, thine old heart,

Now is still, thy towers silent,

In the mist await their crumbling,

Their crumbling end while through...

The storeyed elms the gliding,

Black water leaves these inland realms,

And slips between long meadows,

To the Sea, still bearing downward...

Over murmurous falls,

One day and then another to the Sea,

And slowly thither many years... have gone.

All... thy trees, Kortirion, were bent,

And shook, with sudden whispering lament:

For passing, were the days, and doomed, the nights

When flittering, ghost-moths (danced)

Round tapers in the move...

The moveless air (nighttime)

And doomed already were the radiant dawns,

The odour and the noise of meads,

When all thy trees were bent,

And shook with sudden whispering,

With sudden whispering lament

O fading town upon,

Upon an island hill,

Old shadows shall linger

In one ancient gate,

Thy robe is grey, thine old heart,

Now is still thy towers,

And slips between long meadows,

To the Sea, still bearing downward...

Over murmurous falls one day

And then another to the Sea and slowly thither

Many years... have gone.

All... thy trees, Kortirion, were bent,

And shook, with sudden whispering lament:

For passing, were the days, and doomed, the nights

When flittering, ghost-moths (danced)

Round tapers in the move...

The moveless air (nighttime)

And slips between long meadows to the Sea,

Still bearing, downward.

Over murmurous falls, one day

And then another to the Sea,

And slowly thither many years, have gone

Since first the elves here built,

Here built (ancient, renowned) Kortirion.

Summoning: Kortirion / album NightShade forest

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In Habbanan beneath the skies

Where all roads end however long

There is a sound of faint echoes

And distant echoes of a song,

For there men gather into rings

Round their red fires while one voice sings -

And all about is night.

Not night as ours.

Not night as ours, unhappy folk,

Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars,

A mist about the springing of the stars,

There trails a thin and wandering smoke

Obscuring with its veil half-seen

The great abysmal still Serene.

A globe of dark glass faceted with light

Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight;

Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain

That watches for the moon that long has lain

And caught the meteors' fiery rain -

Such there is night, night

Such there is night.

Night.

Not night as ours, unhappy folk,

Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars,

A mist about the springing of the stars,

There trails a thin and wandering smoke

Obscuring with its veil half-seen

The great abysmal still Serene.

And caught the meteors' fiery rain.

If I am dead and gone, would you remain?

Remain, remain, remain....

Summoning - 4. Habbanan Beneath The Stars / Nightshade forest

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