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Elves, elves, elves -- They never concerned themselves
Regarding the fat content of their feast
Elves, elves, elves -- Not that much upon their shelves
To make an Eldar morbidly obese
Elves, elves, elves -- Immortal, so I suppose
There was never a need to eat in haste
Elves, elves, elves -- No want of elastic clothes
To gird ever-expanding elvish waists
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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