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Author of 11 Stories |
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Over the Misty Mountains
Over the Misty Mountains,
In the salty bay,
The little kiddies are laughing
And going out to play!
In the Mirkwood Forest,
The Elvenking's Halls do lie,
Little Elves are dancing,
And none of them are shy!
Up the Mountain Gundabad,
A little birdie sings,
A hunter comes out with his gun,
But doesn't shoot a thing.