Clad in a mantle of silver and blue
Fair as the twilight's glow
Her dark hair swaying in a sudden wind
Starlike gems upon her brow
Oh Tinúviel, are you a dream?
Your eyes shine with elven-light, my Silmaril
Oh Undómiel, your love is your doom
Yet I will share my heart, for you till all is still
Born to a line of immortal blood
A bride to none but the King
The light of Luthien shall not succumb to death
Even when all the stars are dim
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