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Battle Cry II: Napoleon
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Writing in the Shade If ever I saw a feild of green
beneath a pale azure sky
I fear I would be alone to it
for it would be Elysium
and I would stride alone.
Alone once more
for a pasage imerserable
even my patience would frey
it is the passage of time
that lays waste to great men.
Not smoke nor icy wind
shall rip my mind from the throngs of steel
but illness, a poison of mortality
shall rend me from horse and command.
Am i so mighty, so terrible
that the four corners of the world
would stand without revel
to see me caged once more.
Am i so weak, so ill
that i must lay in the back
and whisper the fates of men
through ink and wax.
was it so terrible to die
a meager death a solom whisper
than to rise from ash
only to be put to dust.
