Sing a New Song

Sing a new song,
the glory of the darkness
flows forth unto the world.
And, yea, the goodly fools
shall fall beneath my spells.

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17,000 miles? That's ridiculous - I can't believe someone would go that far just to kill me!

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A great poet belongs to no country; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public.