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An "Ore"-er Story:

 

Rubies fall from an open hand,

But grabbing will only make it faster.

Falling down like grains of sand,

Crystal gems come shortly after.

 

These riches, the greatest of all,

Made not of silver, gold, or jade,

But ruby blood, and tears of crystal,

Cause skin to stain, and sight to fade.

 

We mine with knives;

Blades of steel,

So for once in our lives,

We know what we feel.

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