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Spectre of Capitalism
Join Date: May 2001
Location: Battling evil bureaucrats at Zeta Aquilae
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The humble contribution of Thenamir
Congratulations on five great years! (To the tune of Don McLean's "American Pie") A long long time ago, In a darkened barrow-way, A wight was sleeping, nightmare-like Dreaming of his former chance to squish those men like little ants Away up in the North near Deadman's Dike The men of Westernesse did quiver And many foes did he de-liver But then he made a misstep And fell without one more step The wight awoke and then he cried, Not sad, but lo, for joy inside, He loves it in the afterlife, The day B W died. My, my this here Barrow-wight guy He can party really hearty once he opens his eyes, He slept too long, but this party still flies Singin' "Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!" "Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!"
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