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Patchie, o’patchie comst thy now?
Better bequeathed am I to find,
A missing computer, than no patchie of mine.
Nights awake, rumination so deep
Forlorn ist me, for I cannot sleep.
Strange men bellowing in my selection screen,
Perhaps patchie is nearer than he may seem?
Fall I finally, fast asleep
And dream I of Feitoria, a land so sweet.
Then I stir, I wake and I weep,
O-please patchie when shall we meet?
Nonetheless I return to my slumber,
And think I of the Dev Team’s number.
Small yet powerful, humble yet keen
And know I patchie makes haste to my screen.