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A carved oak table, |
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Tells a tale |
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Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold, |
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And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room |
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to arbours cool. |
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A time of valour, and legends born |
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A time when honour meant much more to a man than life |
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And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong |
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Through lance and sword. |
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Why, why can we never be sure till we die |
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Or have killed for an answer, |
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Why, why do we suffer each race to believe |
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That no race has been grander |
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It seems because through time and space |
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Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore. |
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A dusty table |
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Musty smells |
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Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor |
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Only feeble light descends through a film of grey |
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That scars the panes. |
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Gone the carving, |
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And those who left their mark, |
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Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway |
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And the weak must die according to nature's law |
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As old as they. |
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Why, why can we never be sure till we die |
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Or have killed for an answer, |
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Why, why do we suffer each race to believe |
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That no race has been grander |
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It seems because through time and space |
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Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore. |
