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Woe...
“Is there a brave lord birthed by Fate
To wield old weapons, win new estates
And tear down walls Time sanctifies,
Raze ancient temples as hallowed lies,
His pride to break, his love to lose,
Destroying his race, his history, his muse,
And relinquishing peace for a life of strife,
Leave only a corpse that the flies refuse?”
TCBS
Woe fore I weep,
for things done in conceit.
Woe, as I mourn
the lovers living forlorn.
Woe though I ache
for all their irrevocable mistakes;
alas, woe is my lament
for all the acts done without regret.
A blight, any and all
who bring misery and distress,
to a loving heart, grief and wretchedness,
fore you are so woefully banal.
Gypsy Red
To wield old weapons, win new estates
And tear down walls Time sanctifies,
Raze ancient temples as hallowed lies,
His pride to break, his love to lose,
Destroying his race, his history, his muse,
And relinquishing peace for a life of strife,
Leave only a corpse that the flies refuse?”
TCBS
Woe fore I weep,
for things done in conceit.
Woe, as I mourn
the lovers living forlorn.
Woe though I ache
for all their irrevocable mistakes;
alas, woe is my lament
for all the acts done without regret.
A blight, any and all
who bring misery and distress,
to a loving heart, grief and wretchedness,
fore you are so woefully banal.
Gypsy Red
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