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Forever and forever, farewell, good friends! If we meet again, then we’ll smile indeed. If not, it’s true, this parting was well done.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.

Where for art thou roaming off?

After a lost battle:
This was the unkindest cut of all

He jests at wounds who never felt the scars

Dam be he who cries enough

Once more into the breach.

The game is the thing
The Buff more about to bring
Friends who teach us strings