Take it if you know, Lindo.
I've figured out the year, but now the actual looking up of month and day is more effort than I have left. 
Firefoot you are just mean, mean, mean. 
Sophia
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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