Rectification

Naught More, NumenoreNaught More, NumenoreNaught More, Numenore
Where are you, Numenore, Upon this winter night of yore? In Middle-earth, you are naught but a lay A song sung softly, distantly; naught more
You were once great and fair A land, verdant and lush Where evil would not dare to whisper, not even as a hush
Where are your great towers, the ones that stood strong and true? Blessed with grace and powers We looked at the sea for you
Meneltarma, our eyes did sought We built great ships, asailing Silver and Black with seven stars we wrought Upon a white banne
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...yadda yadda!!
A skini są źli, łysi i głupi!
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"if you listen, listen listen, listen close..."
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pathetic, i know.
Feel Watched...
Not just because: "Skin of choice: A po co mam wybrac skina? Skini sa zli i lysi!
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The Cat, Who Walks On His Own Ways
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Jak bylo na Animalsach?
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