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Legend is his species Yet he sleeps for not being slayed Deep below, below earthen dirt Treaded on years after days Sound a-sleeping and sound silent, But vibrations have been felt
I hail from a tribe of giants. Men AND women each grand In size and heart and mind. Titans who built the world up  And gave it greatness.   I hail from a clan of giants. Four brothers-
We are all just specks On the dirty, dirty hands
Even Though it's Torture And every game makes me feel like the weather outside that day is a scorcher  I will always believe because when I'm standing by that Fence
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