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  • Lyric Poetry Re: Thy World - Cry of the slave

    Thy World Came from the center world Rose in the darker world ; Led by the black world, Fed by the white world. Fought for the green world Bought by ...

    Nov 25, 2010


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind