. . .happens every so often. . .i'll go take a look. . .
*gets out of water and gets rid of cannon*
*looks at ground*
. . .hmm. . .twinkie. . .
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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
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