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The Light before all light, the Imperishable Flame, Forth from the Void it came before the Count of YearsAnd at the heart of Arda settled, spilling brightTo form lands and to form me and to form Trees. From those Trees I take a portion of their lightAnd of myself a portion too: the fire that is my name.Silma my secret vessels shall be their name,My Silmarils, forged of light and soul and flame,Long shall they be sung of down the endless yearsStrong shall be their call and their lustre bright,Half my soul inside them intermixed with Trees,What dwells within is half elven, half divine light.To break these gems I make would break my light,Would scatter me to pieces, shred my name,Would turn me helpless into helpless flame,Would burn my soul to ashes through the years,Would render me to nothing but a spark so brightThat the fire inside me would outshine the Trees.Briefly for a moment would I outshine the TreesAnd then fade to nothing, dying lightTo darkness turned, soul vanishing, erasing my name,Burning, ever burning, in a void of endless flame.To what I have made I shall cling for countless years,Look at them, my beloved ones, they shine so bright!Shine! Mind, heart, and soul, made visible, made brightYou are the mingling of my heart with the light of the Trees.You are my star, you are the earth's jewel, you are the sea's lightYou are the song ringing down the years that shall carry my nameYou are Imperishable Flame mixed with Imperishable Flame,You are the Voice, the Memory, the Hope singing through the years.Far Ages hence you shall be shining, no matter the years, Songs of you will be sung in times far distant, ages bright,Over Middle-earth sent you will be, heart of the Trees,As wars rage, kingdoms fall, and all fades, you will be a lightEver-present, eternal, you are the memory of my nameYou are Fëanáro's heart, you are the keeper of my flame.