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Press
Press releases from Pro League
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The Varginas
Let us have madness openly.O men Of my generation.Let us followThe footsteps of this slaughtered age:See it trail across Time's dim landInto the closed house of eternityWith the noise that dying has,With the face that dead things wear--nor ever sayWe wanted more; we looked to findAn open door, an utter deed of love,Transforming day's evil darkness;but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth,and within the headA rotting bog of lean huge graves.
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