| She rises early from bed
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| Runs to the mirror
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| The bruises inflicted in moments of fury
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| He kneels beside her once more
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| Whispers a promise
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| «Next time I’ll break every bone in your body»
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| And the well-wishers let the devil in And if the river ran dry they’d deny it happening
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| As the card players deal their hands
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| From the bottom of te deck
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| Row upon row of feudal houses blown away
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| Medicine for the popular complaint
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| When the poets dreamed of Angels
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| What did they see?
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| History lined up in a flash at their backs
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| When the poets dreamed of Angels
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| What did they see?
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| The bishops and knights well placed to attack |