O Weary Wails of Woe
Better the seas of valleys and dens, over sunny isles of sin
From dignity's stance lay hearts enclosed, O weary wails of woe
Under the veil of corralled stars the scene is set in stone
For is it in me that burns the love, O weary wails of woe
Brave the fortune favours first, not rainbows standing still
For swift is the blade that cuts the heart, O weary wails of woe.
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