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Created on: July 14, 2008
"Young Man's Lament"
Justice comforts none
When it is they who are to die
There are none who celebrate
When their kin are strung on high
But I belong to no one
Am not a beloved son
Not a soul shall mourn me
After the deed is done
I am not bitter nor do I
Begrudge their victory
I would the same if it were them
Who had sinned and not me.
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