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It will come back, and be familiar and at the same time completely different.
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--- Staff
Mood: restlessNature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Mood: Straightening things out...Its time to bring out and set sail upon Grims Ghastly Ship of Dreams. its time to make that voyage across the iron sea past the mountains of immortallity and see where I land... Its time to make discovries anew.