I had thought I could elevate and restore hope to you,
I had thought I could free you,
Wipe your tears and bring justice to your feet,
I had thought,
O! I had thought,
Yet has fate mocked me this once more.
O! Pretty ruined in faeces,
Pride of her masters but ruined in faeces,
May Heaven salivate and make you whole again,
That all may behold your fortune again.
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