Hot dam it's hot out,
I think it's time for a route,
The great war is done.
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Hot dam it's hot out,
I think it's time for a route,
The great war is done.
Gliding to the ground
The leaf is seeking its spot
on a bed of brown
Soldiers and bowmen
Fighting away the summer
Take that scavengers
Coffers floweth forth
Noble deeds and Jolly Geos
The isle has ripened
Why is it so that
Darkness never seems to fall
On the Settlers homes?
The smell of sunshine
Deep blue above and beyond
Blood drips all seasons
Gentle summer breeze
My empire vastly growing
Vanquish the bandits
Guildies ask for buffs
Ubisoft asks for my cash
Uncle Sam, my taxes
o so many dogs
need to make calvery
and some purina
The warm breeze blows softly
The birds chirp ever more loudly
Workers want baskets