. . .good luck. . .
. . .say. . .what city are you going to?. . .may be i'll c you by some strange feat of fate. . .
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Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Bloodlust Clan
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