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TOP TEXT I dreamt of Bob, a great grey rock born of earth and fire. To him I gave my every thought and all of my desire. He promised me a rocky castle high atop a granite dome where none would come to interrupt the bliss within our mountain home He built it strong, he built it grand but as he laid the final stone a jealous god unleashed his wrath and suddenly I was alone Where Bob had stood, now only smoke and fire remained — My love lay shattered — Scattered shards — Our love, once solid torn apart Then vengeance cried and from my hooves a devastating spell was cast; the god, and all for miles around were decimated by m