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| + | WTF IS THIS SHIT? [[Cold-NiTe|Cold-NiTe]] (GOK) |
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| − | ((to wit, 'ere our man lays the beat, to none other 'an the king o' the moun'ain's song.))
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| − | Call to a scene re - dress-,
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| − | Cav'rnous-,
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| − | Cav'rnous-,
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| − | The Players return nightcap consumed-- all in- one--,
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| − | Is this home to them so stark-?
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| − | Hour is farce-,
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| − | Hour is farce-,
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| − | We wonder where'st they might have not gone to- wit--,
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| − | Does we excuse from them a sighs-?
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| − | Say it lies-,
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| − | Say it lies-,
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| − | Inexcusable this is!
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| − | See me not,
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| − | YES--.
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| − | Given heaven's dialogue-,
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| − | We excuse-,
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| − | You refuse-,
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| − | Empy-rean fable sounds!
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| − | Delight-ful!
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| − | NO--.
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| − | Bind me not to this cold stone-,
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| − | We dishone'-,
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| − | We disown'-,
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| − | Cast down from our side you art no child o' MINE--,
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| − | Given how little we- knew-,
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| − | You outgrew-,
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| − | You outgrew-,
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| − | Thro' us to earth as as we threw you, Gide-on,
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| − | (('e whispers now, mayhap in fear)) | + | |
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| − | NOT THIS
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| − | NO MORE
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| − | FURTHER NOT
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| − | IN THIS HALL THERE SOUNDS NOT MORTAL STEPS TO BE
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| − | GIVEN HISTORY'S WILL TO REPEAT MAKE ME NOT TREAD NOT HERE.
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| − | REDRESS I GRIEVE TOO FORGI------VE ME
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| − | ((terror drives 'im to admi'ance, and wha' 'aste! the beat lay long since forgot!))
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| − | I will not lie the steps they multiply,
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| − | Given heaven's will,
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| − | Know only that those that enter never stop,
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| − | Stubborn a thousand times,
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| − | They cannot return to their homes as before.
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| − | IN THIS MOUNTAIN KING'S HALL.
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| − | I WILL DIE.
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| − | FOR GIVE ME CHILD.
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| − | (('is voice now gone, only the music remains, only a wo'der an' a ma'vel, did 'e exist? we cannae noaw.))
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| − | ..
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| − | ...
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| − | !!!!
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| − | ((the music, 'tis at ends. 'ere our man's remains is found by these young, who are on the patrol yet do not patrol.))
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| − | SMALLS: What we find here then?
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| − | JOLE: A corpse! A human corpse!
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| − | SMALLS: And how say you, that we should find such as this, in such as this?
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| − | JOLE: I say that perhaps, we choose that was never as us found such as this?
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| − | SMALLS: A wise decision. Let this flesh pursue the top of yon stairs, though he find a different end than we, surely.
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| − | JOLE: Surely.
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| − | -FIN.-
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