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What is it? What is it? Nasty place, nasty rock and stone... We have been taken, precious, moved and stolen - thieves, precious, taking us from us, putting us here, gollum, gollum.
We fell, down down down we fell, and then we fell no more. Oh the nasty fire, how it hurt us, burnt us...
But we have it, my love, we have-
Where is it!?! Gone, gone, left us again? Why does it leave us when we love it so, gollum? It may be here, it must be, precious, the precious must be here and hidden away, scurried away by nasty tricksters, gollum! Lost, stolen, taken! Not theirs, never theirs, ours, OURS! WE will have it, for our OWN, where is it?!
We fell, down down down we fell, and then we fell no more. Oh the nasty fire, how it hurt us, burnt us...
But we have it, my love, we have-
Where is it!?! Gone, gone, left us again? Why does it leave us when we love it so, gollum? It may be here, it must be, precious, the precious must be here and hidden away, scurried away by nasty tricksters, gollum! Lost, stolen, taken! Not theirs, never theirs, ours, OURS! WE will have it, for our OWN, where is it?!