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Desert? Desert? In my day there weren't even a desert! All we 'ad to crawl through were t' lava flows and toxic gasses. We 'ad to carve our way through the cooling rock wi' our teeth, we did.
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O to be wafted away From this black aceldama of sorrow; Where the dust of an earthy today Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow! |
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