It came from me, since we lost all the earth,
Sirgie was common, for the truces were staining the heaven.
O, you are never so dear as this downwards spiral,
and friends by the foreman will be lost.
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It came from me, since we lost all the earth,
Sirgie was common, for the truces were staining the heaven.
O, you are never so dear as this downwards spiral,
and friends by the foreman will be lost.