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// Prologue 
// Story: There's a Changeling On My Couch, and Other "Tails" From the Far North 
// by Super Trampoline 
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We are battered and beaten and bruised
Floundering, Feared and forgotten.
But we're enterprising and enthused,
And our spirits shall never grow rotten.


We are hardy and wholly constructed
This is no place for feeble and meek.
With great vigor our lives are conducted
With great sorrow we bury the weak.


The Mountain is quite unforgiving,
The clouds make the mountain look easy.
But nowhere would we rather be living
Than this village so biting and breezy.


There is gold to be found in the boulders
There is ice to be tamed in the sky.
And though many a town may be colder
There are none with a windchill so high!


We dig for the rarest of gemstones
With a passion that's equaled by few
Though the work be brutal, as we've intoned
There is nothing that we'd rather do!


Pegasi, Unicorns, Earthen:
Together we labor as one
In this miserable town we are birthed in
We unite til the labor is done.


Though our bodies be battered and beaten
And We protest each day that begins
We are proud of this land that we meet in
We are proud to be Equestrians.


We are proud in the summer sun's glare,
We are proud when the days grow far darker
We are proud of this city we share
We are proud of our city of Sparkler.