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Foolish Moon Dancer, little did it know that music controls the life of a dancer, and the life it can taketh away. The Drunken Harp prevails, huzza! Huzzas for all of you! (Except that one person who died. No huzzas for him, only sorrow and pain, sorrow at the lack of what could have been a life full of ale, women, and conquer)
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