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Fleshling,
my faltered little one,
be not afraid
and dare ye not to worry.
Best them with your precious song,
challenge them to sing along.
Faltered is thy difference here,
but the difference is quite dear.
So, hold them near thine shinning heart
until their hardness disappears,
and then the song
will then be sung,
and all of us can be as one.