Placeholder: [high res photo by Ray Harryhausen] thought to myself What could that mean? Am I going crazy Or is this just a dream? Now wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then I heard her say one more time [high res photo by Ray Harryhausen] thought to myself What could that mean? Am I going crazy Or is this just a dream? Now wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then I heard her say one more time

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[high res photo by Ray Harryhausen] thought to myself What could that mean? Am I going crazy Or is this just a dream? Now wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then I heard her say one more time

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[high res photo by Ray Harryhausen] thought to myself What could that mean? Am I going crazy Or is this just a dream? Now wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then I heard her say one more time
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] the coloured extra terrestrial alien warrior was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. his boots are in fur.
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] the coloured extra terrestrial alien warrior was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. his boots are in fur.
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[high res photo by Ray Harryhausen] thought to myself What could that mean? Am I going crazy Or is this just a dream? Now wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then I heard her say one more time
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] the coloured extra terrestrial alien warrior was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. his boots are in fur.
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] the coloured extra terrestrial alien warrior was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. his boots are in fur.
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[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] the coloured extra terrestrial alien warrior was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. his boots are in fur.
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] the coloured extra terrestrial alien warrior was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. his boots are in fur.
[photo from Pan's Labyrinth (2006)] the coloured extra terrestrial alien warrior was quick to laugh quick and terrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drink was a passion and a weakness with him. His fine ring-mail which sheathed his arms and leg; the blade at his girdle was a great broadsword; and his scarlet cloak could have been spun nowhere but in Ophir. his boots are in fur.
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