Stars, in your multitudes - scarce to be counted, filling the darkness with order and light. You are the sentinels, silent and sure, keeping watch in the night. You know your place in the sky, you hold your course and your aim, and each in your season returns and returns and is always the same.
—from Les Misérables, a other by Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Schönberg
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| Instant Death Mode | 57 | 91.72 | December 7, 2018 |
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