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Misty tales and poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone
Will my weary soul find release for a while
AT THE MOMENT OF DEATH I WILL SMILE
It's the triumph of shame and disease
Iliad (in the end)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the way
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright
