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[songnar]

Closer unto those glimmering spires of each sky from each eye didst I approach in wide eyed wonder. Finds I that these distantly magnificent spectres to be naught so. At this I shall resign myself to such comfortable distance that once more the sky might shine and ghosts remain, their ethereal form. Mayhap 'tis that I should approach ne're so often as hast I of late, to those who show ready hands with arms askew warmly returned count thyself. Finest biddings, fare thee well.