A Cloak With No Name
On the first part of the journey,
I was looking at all the life.
There were reapers and birds. and orcs and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The first one I met, Avery had the buzz,
And Ricardo, was rambling aloud.
The lamp was hot, and the books were found,
But a patch was no where around.
I've been through the Britannia with a cloak with no name,
It felt like this event was lame.
In the Sosaria you can choose your name,
'Cause megaclioc's and player data just aren't the same.
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After nine days, in the Britannian sun,
I ran into some reds.
After 10 days, of Feluccian fun,
all my toons were dead.
And the story Mark told, of a event that flowed,
Made me sad to think I was misled.
You see I've been through the Britannia with a cloak with no name,
It felt like this event was lame.
In the Sosaria you can choose your name,
'Cause megaclioc's and player data just aren't the same.
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la