Nath Pevensey
@nathpev
Wed, Oct 29, 2014 3:53 AM
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But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Nath Pevensey
@nathpev
Wed, Oct 29, 2014 3:53 AM
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of ethics," said
The Journalist of Games.
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To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of ethics," said
The Journalist of Games.