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"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

Every single Jedi is now an enemy of the Republic

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

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"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow, those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

"You've been running from this fight for too long... The only fight. Against the dark side."
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Za EA nostalgičare

Every single Jedi is now an enemy of the Republic

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"You've been running from this fight for too long... The only fight. Against the dark side."
Moj jednopostni blog

Za EA nostalgičare

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."