What the Hell am I Doing?
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
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This entry was posted on September 19, 2012 by TachyoniCargo. It was filed under General .
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