Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere bre'ak of day,
To find our long forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.

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I don't feel like much else should be said for this one.

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