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When the world was young I was already old, and honoured to be appointed guardian. with fiery sword and great endeavour I slew the encroaching serp's of air and water and was acclaimed. Now in honoured estate I dwell recounting my past deeds to my own kin, who wait upon my honest words wide eyed and think in wonderment. and yet I am content, the Lord of all things named me valorous.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
When the world was young
When the world was young I was already old, and honoured to be appointed guardian. with fiery sword and great endeavour I slew the encroaching serp's of air and water and was acclaimed. Now in honoured estate I dwell recounting my past deeds to my own kin, who wait upon my honest words wide eyed and think in wonderment. and yet I am content, the Lord of all things named me valorous.
b-j-clement
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
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