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They say you're magic.
I know you're not.
I know what they think about you.
They think you're a god-send.
I know we don't even have a religion.
I know what they believe about you.
They believe that Martin lives in you.
Am I the only one who can see that he's dead?
I know what they all know.
They know that you're forged from star-metal.
But I know that a star's just a star,
A mouse is just a mouse,
And a sword is just a sword,
No matter what.