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The world was young

The mountains green

No stain yet on the moon was seen

No words were laid

On stream or stone

When Durin woke and walked alone!

The world was fair

The mountains tall

In elder days before the fall

Of mighty kings in Nargothrond

And Gondolin who now beyond

The western seas have passed away

The world was fair in Durin's day

The world is grey

The mountains old

The forged fire is ashen cold

No harp is wrung

No hammer falls

The darkness dwells

In Durin's halls

The shadow lies upon his tomb

In Moria in Khazad Dum

But still the sunken stars appear

In dark and windless Mirrirmere

There lies his crown in water deep

Till Durin wakes again from sleep.