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Created on: March 21, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
ONE LAST STAND
I Robin of Loxley stand on this hill alone
Waiting for the end, the final chilling of the bone.
Here I have fought long and hard
Here now I play the final card
Marion, ye were the reason for my life,
For thee alone I accepted the battle to overcome the pain and strife
Yet this was well worth the cost
For without m' lady's love, I would have been lost
But now my last arrow is spent
With it my love is sent.
Arrows and swords now tear me apart
All of me except for the love of my heart
Yet in your heart Marion ye shall keep alive my love and faith
For with-in you my soul shall be safe
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