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There Are Enough Cowards In The World Without Killing A Brave Creature For So Little Reason.

I Am A People Watcher And I Have A Very Good Memory.

When The Sun Sets Like Fire, I Will Think Of You, When The Moon Casts Its Light, I'll Remember, Too, If A Soft Rain Falls Gently, I'll Stand In This Place, Recalling The Last Time, I Saw Your Kind Face. Good Fortune Go With You, To Your Journey's End, Let The Waters Run Calmly, For You, My Dear Friend.

Sometimes The Gift Of An Inquisitive Nature To The Young Can Be Greater Than That Of The Wisdom Which Comes Of Age.

Who Knows, My Friend? Maybe The Sword Does Have Some Magic. Personally, I Think It's The Warrior Who Wields It.