She was a beauty with eyes of art
Leaving me with a beautiful hole in my heart
Leaving me on a night as dark as regret
Where I was left to fight my own melancholical threat
So I wore my brave helmet, valiantly fought for peace
Swept to victory only for my sorrow to increase
But this warrior holstered his sword
And rested to contemplate the happiness he was once told
And with a prayer to that lovely sod
He asked not for an end to what had no start from god
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