But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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Nice. That's a great way to describe how the working class has been manipulated into a life that makes us feel guilty for even thinking about strike. Also, arm chair specialism is also needed. Never apologize for the insights that you can provide! :)