Post by Cheesel the Menace on Mar 7, 2007 21:02:21 GMT
But what about the CHILDREN?!
Arm not alas sand, 'way south in the west, So star land a mat, there's where I love best, Sand not as alarm, lone seabirds do wing, And alas most ran, list' to me whilst I sing. I'll walk alongside you, my lost little one, We'll find the mountain Salamandastron.