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My walls are destroy and I am naked
Where are my glories that were over me? 
I am desolate and where are my seed
They all left me in my state and need
They came with their friend with blue eyes
And rip me of my oil and rubies at what prize
Who are the remnants of this woe?
My own now turns to my foe
Those blue eyes that I fed with grass
Now they flog me with whip made of brass
My ears and eyes are full that it drains
My children how will you cope
When even the little you left is brink hope
Alas! I say be wise for you are acting like fools

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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