Comments about Priya K.
The land is dead and gone, Lady.
It's as though it never lived.
It's dead and gone, Lady.
And now you must forgive.
Life moves on, Lady.
And so too must you;
Forgive yourself, dear Lady,
For there was naught that you could do.
Indeed I know that, Sir,
I do, believe me true;
I would not seek to hate me, Sir,
But to love Atlantis, too.
But one thing I shall never hear,
From you or yet another.
Atlantis lived, and died, it's clear,
But it died in honour.
Nor you, nor yet a friend, my Lord,
Shall say my home's forgot; ...