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jord wrote:

Macbeth don't let me catch you again lest you be relegated to the levels of stingray, warman and miggle over here:

http://forums.bf2s.com/viewtopic.php?id=110178


Got my eye on you.

Macbeth wrote:

jord wrote:

Macbeth don't let me catch you again lest you be relegated to the levels of stingray, warman and miggle over here:

http://forums.bf2s.com/viewtopic.php?id=110178


Got my eye on you.

Wait wat did I do?

Macbeth wrote:

11 Bravo wrote:

who?

The werewolf from Twilight.

jord wrote:

I can't even remember half the shit ive posted here, the only one I remember is that stingray24. karmas lowing daily but doesnt post.

and im even more tired

jord wrote:

AussieReaper wrote:

jord wrote:

I can't even remember half the shit ive posted here, the only one I remember is that stingray24. karmas lowing daily but doesnt post.

and im even more tired

http://forums.bf2s.com/viewtopic.php?pi … 1#p2520071

Ya I saw that about 10 mins ago.

Original version of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
    Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
    And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
    So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
    And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
    With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
    Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
    Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
    And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
    And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
    And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
    A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
    And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
    'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot,
    And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
    With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
    And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
    On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
    Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
    Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
    With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
    On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here
    Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
    And no birds sing.