And alas. Where have all my pretty ones gone? I've one two nice and neat in this spiderhole home. A family dog and Rosielove. But where are all the soul-eaters and demons? Where have all my pretty ones gone? I must pause until you all return to me.
Countrymen, countrymen, any thoughts of home? There's a Sirius Black, all young and a libertine.
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And I wonder. Just how do you pass the time in such a place as this? There must be some way to escape the rust.
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They all run away far too soon; break so easily. Pathetic things. Ants and flies.
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Shukaku, who drinks the moon.
There must be somebody strong & beautiful in this hive. I could twist them, for fun. It'll amuse you, I suppose, in the end. My Cheshire.
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Making all lovers turn to bark.
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Your shining sun-god for a waning moon of you.
I have my wand; we should make the choirs sing.
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A libertine.
It's sad, you know. Don't tell, but I was saddened when you fell through. I thought you had more fight in you. But I was sad, after all.
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I remember you.
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