All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
Surviving
- Location
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San Antonio
- XG Rank
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Private
- Gaming Community
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- KoG
- Gaming Consoles
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- PC
- Gender
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- Male
- Occupation
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Living
- Comments
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Why won't you get out of my head
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the greatest disease for a wise man
is having no one to love