Awakened by a bark
But, oh, it was dark
Fortunate for a candle then
Unfortunate... it's wax was spent
This place I remember
Before torn asunder
The army that attacked
That we gallantly fought back
We claimed victory
So they live in misery
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Meh I've got nothing else. Hi guys!
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Adjust and calibrate when the memories start to fade; Into a carrier signal, origin unknown
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Originally Posted by Mithalwen
Tom was poet bot. Tom only sold soul for art. Tom suffered. Mith mithed Tom
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