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REPORT ABUSIVE REPLY
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Message Subject
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The Witch's Corner
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Poster Handle
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Ty_ |
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And live them well for all light fades,
Blessed and glorious for them enjoy.
With fans fair and horn celebrate,
In a dream of our being, once a shadow; gone.
Quoting: Ty_ "Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth…" So care in waters, To 'ware, might flee? In swirling dark, Cold grip, his keep. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Yet sit idle, with aged wife; king, With gavel and quill half-justice bring, Those savage masses feed and hoard, And count themselves, they leap - asleep. A little profit, the sep'rate few, With waking eyes a ship could board. To set new course when mourning due, While others blink and cry out fraud!
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