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Ei tu ny nukkumisest kyllä mitään onko syynä nyt sitte joulu aika, 4 kissan vilske talossa, kaiken maailman poliittiset kieroutumat päässä, universumin rajojen hapuileminen vaiko liikaa liian hyvää arabialaista kakkua vaan syöny :D mut ei sit vissii nukuta ku ei nukuta.... oiskohan nukkumatin työpaikkoja auki... taidettu niistäki leikata :D

Last night
I dreamt what we must flee
From this far too big world
And I cannot remember anymore, though we run away.

Your traces are hidden deep in the snow.
In the morning we weaved from willow
A world far too big
Then everything was enveloped in snow
It remains hidden there.

Don't run away, I can see the morning.
We run far away, just let the winter pass.

Your faithfulness will heal many wounds.
I find your voice in every twig,
In every bit of moss, in every rock.
A world far too big
I find your voice in every twig,

Don't run away, I can see the morning.
We run far away, just let the winter pass.

4 kissaa talossa ja ei yhtään tullu rähinää ku pääsivät nuuskimaan toisiaan :D ehkä tulee ihan rauhaisa jouluaika sittenki

“People," Geralt turned his head, "like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish