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My house, it is not made of gold
It's filled with piles
Of wood and coal
I've spent my days out here alone
So weary of mankind I've grown.

I was a master of my art
My arms once strong
Are old and scarred
I'll light the furnace one last time
To guard you're sons,
To let them shine

Steel hammers the iron
Stone sharpens the blade
Gaze into the fire
It leads the way
2X

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