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Feb 03, 2009 18:55

Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death. It dreams a rest, if not more deep, More grateful than this marble sleep; It hears a voice within it tell: Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, But 'tis not what our youth desires.

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evolveyourself February 4 2009, 00:29:52 UTC
Hello Scathach.

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symmachy February 4 2009, 02:00:56 UTC
Sylar. Or would you prefer Gabriel?

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evolveyourself February 4 2009, 02:06:37 UTC
Sylar. There is no Gabriel.

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symmachy February 4 2009, 02:22:53 UTC
Really. And why is that?

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devilmythos February 4 2009, 01:42:28 UTC
Quite poetic, milady.

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symmachy February 4 2009, 02:01:21 UTC
My name is Scathach.

Sparda. What sort of creature are you?

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devilmythos February 4 2009, 02:18:01 UTC
As you wish, Scathach.

Depends on who you ask.

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symmachy February 4 2009, 02:23:10 UTC
I am asking you.

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