The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at 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.

Good morning and good night
I'll wake up at twilight
I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
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