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Vesihiisi sihisi hississä
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: The Forest Moon of Endor
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Feb 19th, 2004, 09:50 PM
Alas, how is't with you, that you do bend your eye of vacancy, and with the incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits widly peep; and, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, start up and stand on end. O gentle son, upon the heat and flame of they distemper sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look?
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