Far over the misty mountains cold
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To dungeons deep and carvens old
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We must away ere break of day
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To seek the pale enchanted gold
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The pines were roaring on the height
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The winds were moaning in the night
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The fire was read, it flaming spread
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The trees like torches blazed with light
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The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
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While hammers fell like ringing bells
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In places deep where dark things sleep
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In hollow halls beneath the fells
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For ancient kind and elvish lord
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There many a gleaming golden hord
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They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
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To hide in gems on hilt of sword
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In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells
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| Summoning |
