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Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I can't say that enough you all rock for the effort you have put into this game and I love you all from the bottom of my heart. Keep up the good fight.
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For all that is made real in this age of descending Where heroes leave naught but the iron ring of their names From bardic throats I stand in this silent heart Yearning the fading beat Of lives fallen to dust And the sifting whisper Proclaims glory's passing As the songs fail In dwindling echoes
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