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We played, we tried
          We laughed, we cried
          We succeeded, we died
          We respawned and thrived
          From the zombies, to the endermen 
          From the skeletons, to the pigmen 
          From the spiders and creepers 
          And from those annoying griefers 
          From the biome of jungle to sands
          To the mushrooms and other obscure lands
          From the snow and ice
          To the swamps which never looked too nice
          From the moments with friends we’ll cherish
          From a time we hoped Herobrine would perish
          From the great animations 
          To the Youtube sensations
          Along with those musical incantations
          I thank Mojang for creating my childhood
          Much better than just ‘good’
          I think I speak for everyone here
          When I say this is not game of the year
          It’s the game of the century
          As it offered us plenty
          And these memories will never leave
          Just like the thought of first playing as Steve
          So I say close your eyes
          And listen to the music with surprise
          As your memories of Minecraft where once apart
          But now can be fixed like a broken heart
          In order to find your memories core
          You must go back to the world of Minecraft once more
          And defeat the Ender Dragon one last time
          As the sweet sounds of your childhood begin to chime
          One last thing, for me to say
          Which would be, have a nice day
          Also for you to never forget this game
          Nor the journey that came
          As apart of that journey was the end
          Quite literally, not pretend
          Just like this poem, which I hope you all read 
          As I would love it if this poem and this game is remembered once I’m dead.

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          Kapana kısılmak.

i miss my home.

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