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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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| − | ((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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