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This is our memoriam, a last cry of all we've lost.

From our blades was forged this token to be tempered in our blood.

Mourn not, for those tears are long shed, now only dust.

But if you wish to remember, take from us this last resort.

Let us serve our final purpose, as blade and ward alike.

From our sacrifice, bring solace.

And from our mourning, light.

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