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Wars with no Lords
"And who I'd rather see,
Caressing the sun
Than you my dear,
Who not knows of hate.
Burn my wounds
And
Kill my glory
I do not need it anymore.
You are the end to my wars.
My wars with no lords."
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Caressing the sun
Than you my dear,
Who not knows of hate.
Burn my wounds
And
Kill my glory
I do not need it anymore.
You are the end to my wars.
My wars with no lords."
© All Rights Reserved
