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 * 1) title:The Golden Sun


 * 1) author:Ironroot the Poet


 * 1) types:Shire, Gondor, Rivendell, Rohan

A long day spent in forest still, and yet I cannot seem to fill,

My desire for the setting sun, to come floating down the hill.

Oh how it feels to look upon it, a drop of honey falling down,

A gold more pure than any other, brighter still than any crown.

Oh how its last rays shine upon the world with a smile,

"Don't worry" it seems to say, I will come back in a while,

But for now you must go to bed, to pillow soft to rest your head,

And tomorrow I will come, birds will fly and bees will hum.

And yet, when the day has gone, I still can't sleep, not even yawn.

For I miss the golden sun, its warming light in which all have fun.

I miss the honey dripping from the sky, the one in which birds fly,

And in which every dwarf and elf rejoice, living beneath that lantern high.  