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From: | Katri Coscia |
Subject: | [Yaret-bugs] Re: your VtbAGRA |
Date: | Tue, 16 May 2006 01:56:03 -0700 |
Hi
L P A X V C V e r m a A I I v o b n L A A i z i a I L G t a e x U I R ra c n M S A There was mourning and weeping, where but a little time ago the old songs of mirth to come had been sung about the dwarves. Now men cursed their names. The Master himself was turning to his great gilded boat, hoping to row away in the confusion and save himself. Soon all the town would be deserted and burned down to the surface of the lake. That was the dragons hope. They could all get into boats for all he cared. There |
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