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The Ballad of Khazad-Dûm

In the mountains very tall,
Are the mines of Khazad-Dûm,
Dwarfs live and dwell so small,
They lived until came their doom.

The mithril mines,
They lie so long,
The dwarfs they kept it,
Very strong.

The Elves they call it Moria,
No being dares to go,
The dark halls very large,
The dwarfs don't call it home.

Jolly it was,
In times of old,
When Durins folk lived there,
Nobody will go there now,
For the ancient Kingdom's lost.

by Paul Clement