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THE TAVERN’S LACKEY

The tavern’s lackey

Does lay claims to wound

That rip off comfort

Like the accursed bird

He does mouthe many pangs

Wrought by the fissure that lays bare

On the frail chest

Cupid stricken!

So he claims but love outdoes his horizon

Because he yearns for more stations love being the means

He lays claim to Cupid’s effect

But his heart burns with greed

That abuses the trueness of love

He feigns love for gains

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SPERALE

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WE SHALL RISE

Though the favors

Never seem to stride by

And the demons clamour

For want of our blood

And the ears are dumb to our whispers

The hands grow numb

To aid our rescue

Our love is given reasons to hate

And our hearts is petrified to stone

And our will is shattered in to nothing

It’s never the end! Never

For! Like the Phoenix

From the ashes we will rise

We shall soar wild like the eagles

In to the far sky

We shall ascend the mountains

We shall mend every broken pieces

We shall ditch the fall

We shall indeed rise

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SPERALE