My tears makes the Nile
My urine so vile
My face without a smile
Just because of Sparta
The birds are sobbing
The lions are starving
The clouds are fighting
Just because of Sparta
The cotton are angry
The grasses dry
The rabbits decay
Just because of Sparta
These are the killings
Like the water, we are chilling
These is our feeling
The feeling of Sparta.
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