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To my Brother.
Written by: Fey'Ri Mulciber Kshetrayya, the Cataclysm
Date: Friday, October 1st, 2004
Addressed to: Paine Saer'rac
Please don't cry, I can't stand to see you sad.
Brother, take my hand there's still joy to be had.
We will run, chase the sun around the skies,
So come here, blow your nose and wipe your eyes.
There is still so much, to feel, to touch, to see,
Above all, one word unites us: Family.
Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 374 AF.
To my Brother.
Written by: Fey'Ri Mulciber Kshetrayya, the Cataclysm
Date: Friday, October 1st, 2004
Addressed to: Paine Saer'rac
Please don't cry, I can't stand to see you sad.
Brother, take my hand there's still joy to be had.
We will run, chase the sun around the skies,
So come here, blow your nose and wipe your eyes.
There is still so much, to feel, to touch, to see,
Above all, one word unites us: Family.
Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 374 AF.