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Even adventurers need a place to call home.

Etch it into your mind that eternity is earned but here is where we end.

These hours were made for people like you.

When I was pushed over the edge, I didn't fall — I rose.

What does it feel like to be in love?

Let them know your name as they did mine.

Souvenirs of you and me.

From the lover who remembered, the lover you forgot.

'Til we meet again, my friend.

We were not a tragedy.