We create things big and small.
We make other races fall.
Our knowledge is beyond measure.
We treat it like an unknown treasure.

If one dies, another's born.
While other families begin to mourn.
We shed our tears in pain,
for a death that is vain.

We are humans never less.
Not an evil sorceress.
We all share loving blood.
As it's shed and runs like a flood.

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