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These mist covered mountains are a home now for me. But my home is the lowlands and always
will be. Some day you'll return to your valleys and your farms, and you'll no longer burn
to be brothers in arms. Through these feats of destruction, baptisms of fire, I've witnessed
your suffering as the battles raged higher. And although they did hurt me so bad in the
fear and alarm, you did not desert me my brothers in arms.There's so many different worlds,
so many different suns. We have just one world though we live in different ones. Now the
sun's gone to hell, and the moon's riding high. Let me bid you farewell. Every man has
to die. And it's written in the starlight--every line on your palm. We're fools to make war
on our brothers in arms.