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Corthos:
When the night is dark, but for the glow if the moon and the sparkle of the stars, there is a sadness which lifts the heart. I feel the hopes of the day and the sorrows of life lift from me, and I rejoice. Life sings to me a song that is mixed with a happiness and a bitterness that allows a dream. The dream itself is of little consequence, for it is only the chance that matters.
For this, and more, I am thankfull.

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