Subject: *squees*
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Posted on: 2008-08-08 16:04:00 UTC

Tlot in the frosty silence, tlot in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer, her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the monlight
Her musket shattered the moonlight
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.


Memorizing poetry (and songs) is fun. Hooray for "The Highwayman"!

Anyway, I gift you with a harpsichord. Because harpsichords make everything better.

Got any Agents yet?

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