Oi, vey... you're up late! All the brits I know are dozing on couches in corners with drool dripping out the corners of their mouths. Pity I'm curled up with one, I'd come out and dance... *sighs*
Sophia
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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