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Gentle giants, fuzzies of the trees;
Look around for lots of acorn seeds.

     
         
  A dark mage that is loyal to the light
Fallen, but will never leave the fight.		      
 
Our blood, combined with gold, will serve first fate,
And In our ghostly village, we all wait.		  
 

Your daughter oh so dear who shares my name
Really should be lowly tailor's dame.
 
Eight, nine hundred years or so ago,
I slacked and lost my girlfriend to Koh.
 
Three hundred years ago, a conqu'ring man
Took justice on the Chin, not at my fan.		    
 
With me, the circle closes, old to new;
No enlightenment for selfless you.
 
Angel on the river, daubed with red,
We all thought dressing up as you misled.
 
  Masked with double-steel, fearsome, penned,
A hundred years ago, could we be friends?
 
A chilling film, July of SDC.
I'll ask this only once: where is Bald-E?!
 

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