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Far over the misty bed to my basement deep and bedsheets old, we must get out of bed find me Pokemon cards n wavenfield

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The pines were loud on the height, the wind was blowing hard at night, the fire is red, it was flaming uncontrollably, the trees were bright like torches

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The mountain smoked under the moon. The dwarves, they heard the sound of doom. They left their hall dying fall. Under his feat, under the moon

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Far over the misty mountains cold to cells deep and city old we must away

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Far over the misty mountains cold there were jails deep and dark caves old
We will leave before the crack of dawn
too regain the magical stolen gold.
(stanza 5)

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cups they carved there for themselves,
with guitars made of gold ......
they didnt lay there for long but made some songs
but the songs wherent heard by anyone

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far over the misty Mountains cold
to cells deep and caves old
we must leave before crack of dawn
to seek the faint magical gold

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Far over the green mount hill
From tractors stuck to trucks fill
we must spray the crops today

to have the wheat prices give us a thrill

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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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The bells were singing in the mail And men looked up with their colourful sail; The dragon's ire more fierce than fire Laid low their below and houses railed.

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The mountains cloudy below the moon:
The people heard the sound of their fortune.
They fled their room to the destruction.
Below his feet, below their doom.

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cups they carved there for themselves,
with guitars made of gold; they sat on the shelves,
they played not for long, it was just a quick song,
but the song was heard by just themselves

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far over the mountains here and there, far and bold, with dungeons deep and caverns old, we are to wake at the break of day, TO find the long lost enchanted gold.

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over the mountains in the dungeons we must away ere break of day to seek the pale enchanted gold

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Far over the city mist
Tall buildings and shallow hist
We must run, this morning sun
take back our jewels from his fist

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Far over the high rise buildings
To parks wide and plaza's rebuilding
We all get up at the break of day
To keep our daily problems away

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The pine trees were up and tall,
the winds were cold in the night,
The fire was red, its flames spread,
The trees like a match struck with a box.
(stanza 7)

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Over the mountains, there are cells and rooms down below with money we must find.

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On silver chains they strung
The shinning stars,  and hats they stored
The dragons fire, in tangled wire
They mashed the light of moon and sun

Stanza #4

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Far over the misty mountain grim
to jails deep and caverns dim
we must away, before the start of day
to win our harps and gold for him
stanza #10

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for rich governments and classy people,
theirs a big bunch of money with salespeople,
they kick and punched and caught some light (somehow),
and they hid it all in a mighty bank account,
(verse 3)