Let's Talk of Graves, of Worms, and of Epitaphs
Oh I have done it now, I have failed you yet
Upon whose bones and shoulders I've trampled
With the rightful heir's death
Chaining myself to a throne of thorns
Unequally yoked with my kinsmen
Who drag the crown over these hallowed grounds
The dead tell no lies for we do it for them
So come, let us talk of graves and epitaphs
And how with vile worms I lie
My merits lived and sealed
Such grave errors do accent my frailties
Let me ease your sorrows with my ghostly hymns
We'll leave this country to the just vagabonds
May they rob this grave of my woes and my debt
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For the Shakespeare contest. From Richard II
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