A Canção Dos Anões

(início)

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In addition to the misty mountains,and cold,
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Entering caves, dungeons nailed,
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We leave before the sun rises,
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In search of the pale enchanted gold.
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Operated charms dwarves of yore,
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At the sound of hammer which bell to ring
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In deep sleep where the uncertainty,
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In empty caves in the cliffs of the sea.
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For the old king and his elf lord
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Created named grand treasures;
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The rocks shaped, light captured
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Holding it in the bud the hilt of the sword.
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On silver necklaces they joined
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Star flower, made crowns
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Fire-dragon and the same cord
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They blew the sun and moon.
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In addition to the misty mountains, cold,
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Entering caves, dungeons lost
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We leave before the sun rises
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Seeking a long-forgotten treasures.
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To use bowls were carved
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And harps of gold. Where no one lives
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forgot lost and their songs
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For men and elves were not heard.
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Rang on the mountain pine,
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The winds howled at night blues
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The fire burned red portable,
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Trees in s-torch beams of light.
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They rang the bells raining in the valley
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Rose pale anxious faces;
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Angry dragon fierce protesting
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Flattening homes and beautiful towers.
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In light of the moon mountains smoke;
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The dwarves heard the final march.
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They fled the shelter finding the enemy
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And death beneath his feet in the moonlight.
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In addition to the misty mountains, cold,
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Entering caves, dungeons lost
Dm                           Am
We leave before the sun rises,
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Seeking a long-forgotten treasures