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Post by HAYANA on Apr 28, 2013 17:37:13 GMT -8
ENTER CAMP HALF-BLOOD!In heaven-high musings and many, Far-seeking and deep debate, Of strong things find I not any That is as the strength of Fate. Help nor healing is told In soothsayings uttered of old, In the Thracian runes, the verses Engraven of Orpheus' pen; No balm of virtue to save Apollo aforetime gave, Who stayeth with tender mercies The plagues of the children of men.
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