We can sing forever in lines that are old,
In lines a gift has touched the souls
Forcing sentences with meaning
Through the throats and minds.
Inside the old legions is a great legionnaire
Who lost his mind callously and blindly;
Repairing him would be a gift for the times,
Forcing our lines offers him a slavery in the sight of men.
Our dealings solely swear that deeds are in this world,
Joining the world with minds that speak the tragedies,
We can sing in this life to the effects of this world,
Repairing a Roman will perfect a livelihood.
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