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This lady we so heartily seek Is no stranger to the strong or the weak She lives not in the bloody wake of the marauder Neither in his gun nor his powder ? She lives not with the proud and the loud Or with those mortified by a crowd She is no friend to the swift of hand Nor a? ?driftwood for a bird to land ? She drops like sudden rain on who chances her path With no slight regards for who misses her bath Thus a slave may get moved to defeat a king And the king has no choice but to kiss his ring This goddess Victoria has embraced my foe And so victory repels me as a rock to hoe Until her rain drops find their way to my farm I will hate Victoria enough to do her harm? For ? ? Who needs victory when defeat is a friend?

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