 ome hither my friend, and let me bid
thee good day! How farest thou on this fine and glorious morn? I pray thee be most
well! Of who are we, thou asketh? We are but mere working men, who travel throughout
this land, to bringeth much joy to an artful and imaginative eye. From faire to faire we
go, to maketh much merry, and to celebrate the fortune of these times.
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 ow, a question I have for thee to
answer. Hast thou ever traveled to ages old? If thou wouldst, prithee, come venture
to the fantastical past that doth lie behind us all! By my troth, I pray thee enjoy what
lies ahead. But be thy warned my friend, that if thou doth lose time, thine heart and mind
will be most filled with the splendor from this time long ago.
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 o, go thee hence, to thy future and
thy past, and see with thine own eyes, a new way of life! Maketh much merry, and enjoy
this miraculous day full well!
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