Igor Presnyakov
misty mountains the hobbit
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Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,'ere break 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.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.