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And how my heart did feel that day
When all alliance beat upon the crush'd
All hope of victory was deftly flush'd
By blood and for low price was I betrayed
But all in secrecy was soft relayed
Forlorn! The very word is like a bell
That sings and haunts with piercing pain and loss
Upon the heart and soul. It says farewell:
For glassy streams of time do rarely cross
