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A Constrained Erg

For all these pain and beat, for all the scorn and beat, is it now a crime to learn to bow? Such a crafty hollow. Deep sea, I'm swimming in. A buried pirate shall hear me' tale. A lasier shall know of my trial. Let it come, for the dawn awaits me! A room for me and not for two. A war-lord-tale! Many call it, but a lord names it; Flawless victory. Futile and in shambles, it seems. Why and what I fought for? Why and what I slept for? Yet, taking me soul away!

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