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I'll have a try at this one, though I understand nothing but your hints.
Could it be Mîm, the petty-Dwarf speaking to Túrin and his band of outlaws about the edible roots that he had in his sack:
"Rubbish," he said. "Not worth the stealing. Only wild roots."
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Yes! "wish-fulfilment dreams" we spin to cheat
our timid hearts, and ugly Fact defeat!
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