Strange that no one has thought of it before...

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Thank you HerenIstarion for your comforting words, you seem to be a rather enjoyable person, but those words aren't meant for me. If the zebra example is still fair game then the zebra of my life is all black with white stripes. You have convinced me enough to share my favorite poem with you, you all.

Aragorn reciteth:

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

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