"From women's eyes,
This docturne I derive,
The sparkle still,
The right permathian fire,
They are the books,
The arts,
The academes,
That shall contain and nurish all theworld."
That's a Shakespere poem I'm going to usewhen I lay wounded at the end of the battle. I won't die but I will be injured badly. Sound good for a romantic post?
~Burzdol~
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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