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05-10-2014, 08:13 AM
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GM casts a temp illusion on him
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#3
05-10-2014, 08:25 AM
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Chorus: This land is your land!
Its Unicorn land! From Aden Castle, to Talking Island! From Elven Village, to the Saints's Valley. This land was made for Unicorns! As they were strolling, on unpaved gravel, They saw before them, a mighty castle! And from behind them, a Unicorn fan club... This land was made for Unicorns! Chorus This unicorn is, not very forlorn, Mist sparkling off its, glistening horn! It roams Aden, from dusk 'til early morn! This land was made for Unicorns! Chorus When Unicorns fight, They strike with anger, Dying below them, Phantom Rangers! Ferocious fighters, they rip through strangers... This land was made for Unicorns! Chorus A blackened panther, A flying shadow, A giant golem, atop a meadow They all are stopped by, mighty Unicorns! This land was made for Unicorns! And as our song ends, we part our ways now, singing tunes with, a mighty pow-wow, We'll say good-bye, and weather the storm... This land was made for Uni- This land was made for Uni- This land was made for Unicorns! | ||
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#5
05-10-2014, 08:31 AM
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Linear Mode
