You are lame: so you say
and with your enemies so you play,
you bargain your daughters for a fan
though we had no farm,
we are not lame at heart.
You planted you pain
while we had no pain,
bridges our homes
when you enjoy your tones
we are not lame at heart
though we dine with thy dogs
and your closet not a bug,
you patrid mime to had many foe
while pain visit our toes,
we are not lame at heart.
Our streched hands you bless: bt all these after you had tens
we are no lame at heart.
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