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aph: pru/hun - Take me away from time and season Far, far away we'll sing with reason This is one of the moments that I begin to think that hope is nonexistent; a memory from better days, a light at the end of a tunnel that I am not even halfway through. My bones are stiff as if my physical body matches that of my true age, every century I have lived through taking their toll on me all at once. My eyes are blurred, stinging as much as the sores on my body. And although I haven't yet broken for real, it's utterly pathetic. We have been through things that a human could not even bear a fifth of. We have seen tens of wars, been in tens of war