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Player: 334 Level: 66.45 (Rank 138) Economy: 5,566 Account: Free Account Age: 1,001 Days | The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the heavy cruisers Gleam through the nebula's mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life’s endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. But that rest I shall not partake of Till my enemies lie slain, And the blood in my enemies' tears Crimson, their astros to stain. |