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Icey Graves and Killing Heat The adventurers tread on their feet moving on in search of gold and I hope they die very old. Written by Anonymous
I love great women who tell me I shouldn't Cause, then I can't stop looking at her top and tell me, who wouldn't. Written by Anonymous
As know ver well We all go te hell cause 'eaven be boring an cant stay snoring tha eons away. Written by Oma_Axegrinder
I could wonder at a butterfly an she could tell me how to die how am I dead but not gone. She would ask through a song my simple answer to the winged wonder is that "while my is six feet under, Im still here for the great girls now I have to go to talk to a squirrel. Written by Richairin
Lord Lunaris, God of Stars, your stars shine bright, in a land where dead kinds and great leaders. I pray to the to guide my way over the hills ad through the trees, cast thy starlight at the shadows of night please destroy all things of fright! O! Lord Lunrais your stars shine bright vaquishing shadows and evil beasts of night killing fear and hopelessness. O! Lord Lunrais I pray your starlight shines forever and ever on and on over the hills and through the trees vanquish evil beasts of night. Gildor_JadeFox
