<font color="blue">Shaekara walks in, looking around once more, this time smiling. Her little rag-tag crew that calls themselves the Sons Of Liberty were all resting soundly at the greenroom inn, but she could not sleep. Not yet. She had one more thing to do. She walks up to the stage, adjusts the mike and begins to sing:</font color="blue"> -- The Tavern of the Kana

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Date Posted: 14:16:53 08/02/01 Thu
Author: Shaekara
Subject: Shaekara walks in, looking around once more, this time smiling. Her little rag-tag crew that calls themselves the Sons Of Liberty were all resting soundly at the greenroom inn, but she could not sleep. Not yet. She had one more thing to do. She walks up to the stage, adjusts the mike and begins to sing:

Perhaps in other distant lands, in other worlds so far away,
Places that look brighter and more new,
Happy seem the people there, as they live day to day,
But do they know what they're livin' for, as we do?

Our lands were watered by the blood of many who stood strong,
So that on that land freedom may ever bloom,
So that for the crett and countrybeast who may come here to be,
Safe from tyrrany - might find room.

We won't forget those friends who stood and fought by our side,
We won't forget the strength of valient hearts,
We won't forget the faces of those friends who died,
For each is still with us - in part . . .

Stand strong for your freedom, stand strong for the good,
That our brothers gave so much for us to claim,
Never let the spirit die, or take for granted what is ours,
Never let yourselves forget the names.

'Cause we know what we're livin' for! That thing for which friends died,
It is nothing less than freedom, and the right of beasts to be,
And if ever I forget that, oh shameful be the day!
Because those cretts who died all died for me!

They died for all of us who yet would be . . .

They died for freedom . . . now live for it . . . will we!

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*Since he cannot clap, he sharply raps his tail blade against his hind hoof... a tear falling from his eye, he lowers his head in prayer. Then, with a salute to Shaekara, trots off... (NT) -- Devan, 20:03:39 08/03/01 Fri
- Shaekara steps down shakily, her high emotions settling into a sort of numb feeling. She would feel again later, and feel very strongly, but now she was tired. She needed rest in so many ways. She nods her acknowledgement to Devan, then flits out the door, headed for the Greenroom Inn. (NT) -- Shaekara, 21:28:14 08/03/01 Fri