Wake,
To hear each other’s whispered speech,
We will not wander more.
See,
Men that love lightly may die with
lips but half regretful.
That which we are,
We are.
And our great deeds,
As half forgotten things,
Subdue them,
Abrupt and broken, and die like ours,
Their fate made me feel.
-Adnarel, 2009
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