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Arcenstone |
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Here Thorin, lay your Arcenstone, upon your breast |
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and let it lay there until the moutain falls |
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and may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after |
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In your tomb Thorin, lay your sword Orcrist, never was it wielded by a mightier hand. |
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Did you see the Arcenstone? |
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It was like a gloom, with a thousand facetts |
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It shone like silver in the firelight |
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like water in the sun, |
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like snow under the stars, |
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like rain upon the moon |
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The adventure starts my friend off we go |
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Far away, Lonely Mountain its dark head in (a) torn cloud |
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This night was the worst, and then became pitchdark, so dark, (that you can) see nothing. |
