Inside my characters mind
A bloody hell, blinded heart
Man of nothing, moan thy part
Of no respect, for fine spir’t
The kind that loves, finds merit
That lies breathless, brands sorrows
All peers bemoan, pob ymaros
A bloody hell, blinded heart
Man of nothing, moan thy part
Of no respect, for fine spir’t
The kind that loves, finds merit
That lies breathless, brands sorrows
All peers bemoan, pob ymaros
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