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- Властелин колец: Братство кольца
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A
music
came
down
the
river
as
it
drew
nearer
;
and
suddenly
they
perceived
that
it
was
a
ship
,
wrought
and
carved
with
elven-skill
in
the
likeness
of
a
bird
.
Two
elves
clad
in
white
steered
it
with
black
paddles
.
In
the
midst
of
the
vessel
sat
Celeborn
,
and
behind
him
stood
Galadriel
,
tall
and
white
;
a
circlet
of
golden
flowers
was
in
her
hair
,
and
in
her
hand
she
held
a
harp
,
and
she
sang
.
Sad
and
sweet
was
the
sound
of
her
voice
in
the
cool
clear
air
:
I
sang
of
leaves
,
of
leaves
of
gold
,
and
leaves
of
gold
there
grew
:
Of
wind
I
sang
,
a
wind
there
came
and
in
the
branches
blew
.
Beyond
the
Sun
,
beyond
the
Moon
,
the
foam
was
on
the
Sea
,
And
by
the
strand
of
Ilmarin
there
grew
a
golden
Tree
.
Beneath
the
stars
of
Ever-eve
in
Eldamar
it
shone
,
In
Eldamar
beside
the
walls
of
Elven
Tirion
.
There
long
the
golden
leaves
have
grown
upon
the
branching
years
,
While
here
beyond
the
Sundering
Seas
now
fall
the
Elven-tears
.
O
Lorien
!
The
Winter
comes
,
the
bare
and
leafless
Day
;
