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Blacksmith

My son, I’ll teach you how to Blacksmith
As long as you can hammer a sword
You’ll have me to stay back with
And never get sent off to war


My son, the Blacksmith
Here you’ll never see blood spilled
Every morning I wish
You never know how many you’ve killed


Stand by a hot forge, while other children play
They’ll grow up in armor, if they don’t learn a trade
Don’t shout at those who enlist, there’s no more honor here
The oldest trade secret, a Blacksmith’s trade is fear




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