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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNGd3uANaes

"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 Heights,
The Winds were Moaning in the Night,
The Fire was Red, it Flaming Spread,
The Trees Like Torches Blazed with Light".

Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks,
and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole.