As long as the earth exists
men are the eternal victims
is there sense in it?
To let son fight the giant
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High walls, and armed men
Issuing out commands;
Armed men whose heart are either old or cold.
We, like prisoners on white, and
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While we labour in pain,
Struggling like wounded lion,
Let us think again
The day we were born.
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I do not need the mirror, it's transparent.
I do not want the mirror to torture me
I look, I see myself and I forget
And that is not what I want,
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Out of the grave, out of the grove
Comes a girl, pretty like daughter of Jove
And eyes as innocent as a dove.
I wouldn't mind giving you all my love
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Perhaps I'm demanding too much from you
Maybe you've got a better offer somewhere
That you take my calls for granted, even you!
But mark this: I've tried to escape
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For this sight I'll eternally be thankful
I'm yet to see anyone as beautiful
Man, nor woman, yet so sensible.
Shall I compare you to a young palm tree?
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Many among us have argued:
If God had destroyed, once a world
Filled with crimes, disobedience, anarchy, greed
And men of unusual sizes, with a flood,
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I found my life path
Leading straight to your heart.
I've never seen one so true!
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I know you are there
Watching, you that made yourself,
Gazing and gazing down here
To see what I'd make of myself.
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