Intellectual
03-10-2013, 10:16 PM
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…
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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…
http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2633/3990203670_6c89f892a9_z.jpg