| Who deserves greatness deserves their hate
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| For they are no surer than the hailstone in the sun
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| Where he should find them brave
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| Where he should find them lions
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| He finds them hares
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| For like hares they run
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| What darker light could one soul bring?
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| Why should his pride have no single sting?
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| The last of his kind, no witness to his grief
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| Their words are empty, a soldier’s life being brief
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| Now here’s the truth of it
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| The oath it is broken
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| All allegiances, even promises unspoken
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| Will die broken within him
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| These souls of geese who bear the shapes of men
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| He’ll leave the fold and make his war his own blend
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| To peck the eagles, they brought in the crows
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| Has Rome ever known the value of her own?
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| What darker light could one soul bring?
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| Why should his pride have no single sting?
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| The last of his kind, no witness to his grief
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| Their words are empty, a soldier’s life being brief
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| Now here’s the truth of it
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| The oath it is broken
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| All allegiances, even promises unspoken
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| Will die broken within him
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| For your voices I have fought
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| Watched for your voices
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| For your voices bear wounds
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| Battles won for your voices |