"Over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring
On the winds,
The winds were mourning in the night,
The fire was red,
It flaming spread,
The tress like torches,
Blazed with light."
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring
On the winds,
The winds were mourning in the night,
The fire was red,
It flaming spread,
The tress like torches,
Blazed with light."
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