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A Dying Tale : 01

I speak of many lore and tales

Of lies and lives with fails.

They sought more than sorrow

In their every mellow morrow.

Every sunrise they witness,

It was lore filled with finesse;

A story no one dared to tell,

Where bodies often fell;

A myth no one believed

Until it was them that finally grieved.

I speak not of lies;

Though, I tell of one who dies.

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