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Intro message:
I can see what you see not, but now I want to sleep. Intone with me, friend loneliness, and let the curtains weep.
I can see what you see not, but now I want to sleep. Intone with me, friend loneliness, and let the curtains weep.
Win message:
You and me, my dear, dear friend. All of us, we dreameth on. But unless you want to meet your end, never sleep in Havalon.
You and me, my dear, dear friend. All of us, we dreameth on. But unless you want to meet your end, never sleep in Havalon.
Lose message:
Life is but a dream, lowlith. Awaken.
Life is but a dream, lowlith. Awaken.
Acts
ACT 1 : Unus
What has befallen here, I hardly whimper. Rancid stone and fields that never simper. Hands shaking, often not that I don't recall. Maybe one of those in order. Redyard, and harder than border.
What has befallen here, I hardly whimper. Rancid stone and fields that never simper. Hands shaking, often not that I don't recall. Maybe one of those in order. Redyard, and harder than border.
ACT 2 : Duo
Can I call forgone forgotten, wonder I that sun in tone. A place where they unbound and rotten carve the meat and throw the bone. Where overhead not short of murder nothing will remain. But I.
Can I call forgone forgotten, wonder I that sun in tone. A place where they unbound and rotten carve the meat and throw the bone. Where overhead not short of murder nothing will remain. But I.
ACT 3 : Tres
What offer do I make to silence such a question? A rifle run, here with my friends,their carnal mixed obession. You may speak of our dreams from now on. You may speak of Havalon.
What offer do I make to silence such a question? A rifle run, here with my friends,their carnal mixed obession. You may speak of our dreams from now on. You may speak of Havalon.
ACT 4 : Quattuor
And when he falleth, hair and bone and little teeth, I hear the voice of branches, the under of the underneath. Full leaves and rain, the tounge of memories.
And when he falleth, hair and bone and little teeth, I hear the voice of branches, the under of the underneath. Full leaves and rain, the tounge of memories.
ACT 5 : Quinque
By leglike trees, ladies of the sands. I see them better now, as blood on my hands. Little do they know. And so do I.
By leglike trees, ladies of the sands. I see them better now, as blood on my hands. Little do they know. And so do I.
ACT 6 : Sex
So spoke the gibbering tree: Home is where we consume thee. The black oyster of dreams, Havalon of bountiful extremes.
So spoke the gibbering tree: Home is where we consume thee. The black oyster of dreams, Havalon of bountiful extremes.
ACT 7 : Septem
Once again I wonder how, but make no rhyme or reason. To falter is to die alone, and death alone is treason.
Once again I wonder how, but make no rhyme or reason. To falter is to die alone, and death alone is treason.
ACT 8 : Octo
And when it settles, the world in ravished green, I think of Havalon, of bountiful extremes. What was your answer? I can not tell. Death or dream of mine, farewell.
And when it settles, the world in ravished green, I think of Havalon, of bountiful extremes. What was your answer? I can not tell. Death or dream of mine, farewell.
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