A Canção Dos Anões

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In addition to the misty 
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mountains,and cold,
               Dm          Am
Entering caves, dungeons nailed,
Dm                           Am
We leave before the sun rises,
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In search of the pale enchanted 
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gold.

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Operated charms dwarves of yore,
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At the sound of hammer which bell 
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to ring
Dm                               Am
In deep sleep where the uncertainty,
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In empty caves in the cliffs of 
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the sea.

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For the old king and his elf lord
             Dm          Am
Created named grand treasures;
Dm                            Am
The rocks shaped, light captured
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Holding it in the bud the hilt of 
      Am
the sword.

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On silver necklaces they joined
           Dm          Am
Star flower, made crowns
Dm                         Am
Fire-dragon and the same cord
G                         Am
They blew the sun and moon.

Am                           C   
In addition to the misty 
        Am
mountains, cold,
           Dm          Am
Entering caves, dungeons lost
Dm                           Am
We leave before the sun rises
G                               Am
Seeking a long-forgotten treasures.

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To use bowls were carved
                Dm          Am
And harps of gold. Where no one 
lives
Dm                           Am
forgot lost and their songs
G                                Am
For men and elves were not heard.

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Rang on the mountain pine,
      Dm          Am
The winds howled at night blues
Dm                           Am
The fire burned red portable,
G                             Am
Trees in s-torch beams of light.

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They rang the bells raining in 
      Am
the valley
        Dm          Am
Rose pale anxious faces;
Dm                          Am
Angry dragon fierce protesting
G                            
Flattening homes and beautiful 
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towers.

Am                      C   
In light of the moon mountains 
        Am
smoke;
              Dm          Am
The dwarves heard the final march.
Dm                                
They fled the shelter finding the 
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enemy
G                                 
And death beneath his feet in the 
      Am
moonlight.

Am                       C       
In addition to the misty 
    Am
mountains, cold,
           Dm          Am
Entering caves, dungeons lost
Dm                           Am
We leave before the sun rises,
G                                 Am
Seeking a long-forgotten treasures