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Dear Snow, You probably don't remember me. I'm the last dwarf- Silence. Doesn't really roll off the tongue like the others, you know. Now when my brothers first brought you home,
All day Is every day Manifests in every way, Takes us back to what we call normal, But it's boring Sink back into false glory Do we live to fight  And do what's right?
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