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Three little brothers, walking up a hill
One is tall, one is strong, one is always ill

Three little brothers, with heavy, golden boots
Socks are wet, lungs are dead, a storm is raging too

Three little brothers, once had sisters too
They're above solid grounds where loneliness abounds

Rise little brothers, no reason for concern
Knees are bruised, arms are week, but victory will be sweet, yeah

Look little sisters, we're dragonfireproof
In the cave, glorious fight, everything's alright

Three little brothers, lay their weapons down
Dragon dead, from his head, they remove the crown, yeah!



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Writer(s): Davy Burgstaller
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