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'ADV_ORGANIZER 1.0 | formato, categoria, base, altezza, unico, disposizione, voto, dove, numero,tipo,refresh,output
response.write(organize_adv(0,categoria,300,250,,,8,,1,0,1,))
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'ADV_ORGANIZER 1.0 | formato, categoria, base, altezza, unico, disposizione, voto, dove, numero,tipo,refresh,output
response.write(organize_adv(0,categoria,300,250,,,8,,1,0,1,))
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'ADV_ORGANIZER 2.1 | formato, categoria, base, altezza, unico, disposizione, voto, dove, numero, tipo, refresh, output, IdUtente, TipoAdsense, skin
Response.Write(organize_adv(0, categoria, 120, 600, , , 9, , 1, 0, 0, , , 1, 2 ))
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Vinder Fra En Ensom Grav[Winds From A Lonely Grave]
A proud knight returns home From heaven to heaven on a self-made bridge From the endless battle against the pries of light And now he shall rest
See into the inner of the mountain breeze Where its life has sought shelter for a sun Which in end will go dark with the eternal night And prevent our world from blooming and growing
See the satire of the eye Where remains of good is chased away And is blown away in an open grave Until the last light has been put out
With powerful blows to human's heads The knight rejoice in a dark mist High as the sky, wandering over his own star Glaring at a world covered with ice
Over innumerable fallen man Who sowed the growing seed of life He wanders away from the last war The might prince, the bloody thorn |