| A tale can start in many ways
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| From the forest calm, a campfire glows
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| In the silent night of rain and cold
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| A wanderer tells a story
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| Fiery jaws and sharpened teeth
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| A warden made of evil kind
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| With his cold blood and hardened scales
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| He stared at me face to face
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| A journey there and back again
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| That’s what is told in Hobbit’s tales
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| Indelible black on paper white
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| This venture won’t be forgotten
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| Those were not his final rhymes
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| That story of a burglar far from home
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| From the silent shire he came along
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| With a fellowship of dwarves
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| For the dwarves we have come from far abroad
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| Curses veil the halls
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| Rain of fire in the dark cancels the night
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| Rise or fall it’s your own fate
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| Keep the ring, face the fear
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| Hold the tears that home is far away
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| Live the pages of a story and you’ll never die
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| The green hills flourish
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| In a land that calls from far away
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| Turn your sight to the horizon
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| When the morn shines again
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| Many days and many nights
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| Awake beside the campfire’s glow
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| With the hope of seeing the morning light
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| And finally your destination
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| «A journey there and back again»
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| That’s what is told in Hobbit’s tales
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| Instill bravery in the youngest hearts
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| Destroying their desperation
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| For the dwarves we have come from far abroad
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| To the throne of our ancestry
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| We’re marching on
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| Straight, on and on
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| Earth is calling
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| Down through the mountains
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| Like a stream to the valley
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| Gathers us all
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| The green hills flourish
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| Even stars shine forth anew
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| The last hope for a new world
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| Strong will rise |