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#22
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There was a time, when men were kind
When their voices were soft And their words were inviting There was a time, when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time, then it all went wrong I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and tasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed | ||
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#23
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I just sharted in my pants
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#24
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I still like hasbin's dueling idea for raid spawns.
Because lets face it, watching 2 paladins slowly whittle each other down over the course of an hour would be pretty hilarious. Btw notice how no one in this thread championed twitter, bat phones, poop socking, raid target kiting, and god knows whatever else. | ||
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