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The King beneath the mountains, |
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The King of carven stone, |
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The lord of silver fountains |
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Shall come into his own! |
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The woods shall wave on mountains |
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And grass beneath the sun: |
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His wealth shall flow in fountains |
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And the rivers golden run. |
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His crown shall be upholden, |
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His harp shall be restrung, |
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His halls shall echo golden |
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To songs of yore re-sung. |
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The streams shall run in gladness, |
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The lakes shall shine and burn, |
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All sorrow fail and sadness |
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At the Mountain-king's return! |
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The King beneath the mountains, |
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The King of carven stone, |
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The lord of silver fountains |
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Shall come into his own! |
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His crown shall be upholden, |
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His harp shall be restrung, |
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His halls shall echo golden |
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To songs of yore re-sung. |
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His crown shall be upholden, |
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His harp shall be restrung, |
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His halls shall echo golden |
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To songs of yore re-sung |
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The woods shall wave on mountains |
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And grass beneath the sun: |
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His wealth shall flow in fountains |
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And the rivers golden run. |