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[page 13] {Image: A line drawing of three leaves on a brach appears in the upper right corner of the page.} Undomë Namarië The dying sun slides down the sky, The birds of daylight cease to fly, And on Carin Amroth Arwen stands, Waiting for her time to die. Elessar has kissed her hands, And his spirit flown from mortal lands Has bid her pass beyond the Sea, To set foot on Eldamar's golden sands. But the Valar decreed that this can't be Since with her father she failed to flee, And so has doomed herself to take A Gift not meant for such as she. It seems that Eru's hand must shake, When now He finds that He must take Her life and let her spirit fly Who once the twilight did forsake. From out the West the seagulls cry, "Alas, Undoriel's time to die Has come and brough the doom of Men, 'Till Sun and Moon turn up in the Sky." But let us call to mind again Before the bitter tears begin, The Circles of the World cannot Restrain forever mortal men. The Mallorn leaves of Lorien Have fallen gently in the wind. Though Arwen sleeps the sleep of Men, Someday she'll greet her Love again. Namarië {Tengwar: The attribution at the end of the poem is repeated in Tengwar.} {Image: Three falling leaves occupy the bottom left corner of the text.}