FINOVAR.
O flame blown out of Tir-nan-Oge, White flame borne on enchanted air, O heart's delight and heart's despair, O Finovar O Finovar!
Draw the white shroud above her face And cover up her close-shut eyes, She will not hear a voice that cries O Finovar! O Finovar!
O love, that none of us might win By strange, lone ways to us you came And lone you go, White Heart of Flame. O Finovar! O Finovar!
Pale face that haunted all our dreams, Sad face made sadder by our love, We could but draw the shroud above. O Finovar! O Finovar!
Frail hands no mortal lover kissed, Fair folded now as Death beseems You hide away the dream of dreams. O Finovar! O Finovar!
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