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Go back to your books... and your armchair... plant your trees, watch them grow. If more people... valued home above gold... this world would be a merrier... place...
"Forever set, a precious moon is lost. The others mourn him, with ceremony grand. Rising up to heaven, the mighty moon of frost With a melody from the mourning band."