I see cherry trees
Pink Piggies too
We watched them go
Just me and you
And I think to myself....
What a wonderful world
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I'll miss you glitch.

Thank you, Tiny Speck, greeters, guides, and all the Glitchen of Ur.

Life's like a movie, write your own ending...
Keep believing, keep pretending...
We've done just what we've set out to do,
Thanks to the lover, the dreamers, and YOU!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn49H3O0Jvk

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

?Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

"One Art," Elizabeth Bishop.

Goodbye to all those here, I shall miss this game and the experience contained within.