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The Hobbit Plaque: Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold
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. This was the song both of my brothers sang in