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With fire and hammer Anvil and steel In my craft I do not stammer With weapons I do not feel. With my blade I feel protected Protected from the cruelty of life I don't know what you suspected I didn't intend to cause strife
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
I'm a smith of words and swords
With fire and hammer Anvil and steel In my craft I do not stammer With weapons I do not feel. With my blade I feel protected Protected from the cruelty of life I don't know what you suspected I didn't intend to cause strife
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
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