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As I should have in ages past, I give
up, I surrender to your desires
though no longer in me do you believe
I believe in you, ever your squire
cast aside my sword, to your wants I yield
lo, though you said you'd love me forever
back then; my broken banner quits the field
right now when you say your love will never
return; I'd defeat any foe for you
yet with only a word you lay me low
bury hope in catacomb, I set to
an oubliette from which you'll never know
my suffering; from dungeon I'll emerge
armor battered: still, mettle will resurge
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