| Far over the misty mountains cold
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| To dungeons deep, and caverns old
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| We must away,'ere break of day
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| To find our long forgotten 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 red, it flaming spread
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| The trees like torches blazed with light
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| Far over the misty mountains cold
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| To dungeons deep, and caverns old
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| For ancient king, and elvish lord
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| There many a gleaming golden hoard
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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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| Far over the misty mountains cold
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| To dungeons deep, and caverns old
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| We must away ere break of day
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| To see the pale, enchanted gold |