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| Hard as the rocks they live in, Tongues, sharp as spades, Minds full of gold and gems, That's how the dwarves were made. In the dark caverns they lurk, Making their treasures gleam. Selling off their childrens work As the best that they've ever seen. But when you feel the bite of the heel, On your neck 'fore the final blow, Know their best work is weapons steel, But it's the last thing you'll ever know. |
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