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?Africa must spawn more Overlords | 2,732 | 15 | (3.60) | 2006-07-25 |
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?Mad waves | 1,517 | 22 | (3.36) | 2006-12-04 |
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forstngman
October 12th, 2016
12:06:38 AM CDT
On on the site ?YTMND Archive Suggestions
How much data is there?
On on the site ?YTMND War Plans
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?