Weep, oh you lords of geekdom, weep:
The byte has strayéd far from whence it came;
The folders here are present, but echo with loss;
Emptiness is all they encompass.
Weep for the hours passing long:
The work that once was done must be redone;
Though twice the space is now available,
The reason for that space has left us now.
And as for backup: why, that path has failed!
'Twas backup failure left us in this pass;
The last six months of data are a dream:
Weep! You lords of geekdom, weep!
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damn it.
