I feel like a retiring guardian, hanging my Gallahorn over the fireplace.
English
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Rip in rip Thorn: Lived 2014 to 2015 I never got the gun, and still to this day. I wonder what it's like having a gun of dredgen yor. Tomorrow is another day
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The power was outstanding, watching enemies drop. But that time has passed, it's spree now pulled to a stop. It's days are done, and glory gone. So it's time to make room, for a whole new song.