The sun doth whatever it wants. The sun hates all of us. Because my body's like a pickup truc, it soaks up all of the sun dust. But I give up my sun dust to you. Doo-doo-doo. I brought back a gold stone to put in your furnace so cold, I know. The transmutation is my way of showing how much I love you. I give up my sun dust to you. Doo-doo-doo. Collecting microscopic particles to make sure the spell's been broken. Now you have a token from me and the mountain to you. I give up my sun dust to you. Sun dust, sun dust, sun dust, sun dust, sun dust to you.
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