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*thoughtfully taps her face for a bit, then scritches at the side of her nose and does some more thinking whilst sipping Irish Creme coffee*
. . . . . . Batty, I think i need a translation of that last bit.
*sheepish and pleading grin*
And more coffee too if you've got any, please? Or nice strong Earl Grey will do too
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For the tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation up in dark and empty skies
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