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Just as a quick note, the Black Pearl and DivineBlack styles have been disabled until I can get around to acquiring updated versions of them.
I just updated the WoW style by hand with all the code changes since 3.0.3, and I don't intend on doing the same with those two manually! I'm sure the authors will update (or have updated) them, but again, I just need to get them first!
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Just as a quick note, the Black Pearl and DivineBlack styles have been disabled until I can get around to acquiring updated versions of them.
I just updated the WoW style by hand with all the code changes since 3.0.3, and I don't intend on doing the same with those two manually! I'm sure the authors will update (or have updated) them, but again, I just need to get them first!
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No! My Divine Black is gone!
All makt åt Tengil, vår befriare!
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No! My Divine Black is gone!
All makt åt Tengil, vår befriare!
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All this red makes me sad.
Divine Black will be back soon hopefully!
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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All this red makes me sad.
Divine Black will be back soon hopefully!
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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My Divine Black disabled? IN THIS FORUM!?
/ragequit
Jeneal jumps into the water. "HAHAHAHAHA!" She turns into a seal.
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My Divine Black disabled? IN THIS FORUM!?
/ragequit
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Why do you pick on us we never pick on you we could but we're nice you're just mean you're a bully you know what happens to bullies they get suspended or a detention maybe.
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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Why do you pick on us we never pick on you we could but we're nice you're just mean you're a bully you know what happens to bullies they get suspended or a detention maybe.
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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Dude, what's this Divine Black? Horde Red is my main man.
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Dude, what's this Divine Black? Horde Red is my main man.
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I feel so... empty inside...
I don't know what to do with myself anymore. D:
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