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The Ghosts of AvalonAs I lay cradled between sword and shield, Hidden beneath the flesh of the earth, I dream a timeless dream of the wolves of war, Of those to come and of those before.The Ghosts of Avalon
Burnished by a sliver of silver sky, The shadowed silhouettes of my footsteps in the sand; All but a memory, a long forgotten memory, A memory of who I used to be...
A loyal servant, a man of swords, Selected from the lesser horde. My duty: to guard, to guard lord and king; With love, life and open heart willing.
The coronation was remembered by many: Across fields aplenty t
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"i was riding through Melbourne on a midget giraffe... things were peachy"
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"i was riding through Melbourne on a midget giraffe... things were peachy"
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I aM Not A ToASteR
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nu ani an quiatus
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"i was riding through Melbourne on a midget giraffe... things were peachy"
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nu ani an quiatus
<matrix> I suppose you will have to see it for yourself... </matrix>
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nu ani an quiatus
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