Far over the Misty Mountains Cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
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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"As morning hues of sunswept fire caress your passioned face, alone with thee a pure desire to worship untold grace. My soul would cry in silent prayer to an hour swept apart. Your essence warms the evening air as I dance into your heart."