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and if you find your Illium |
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and if you build your troy |
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I hope you feel the pain I felt |
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twice upon your sword |
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Aeneas on your noble hands |
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my life shall stain with blood |
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let Dido's curse rest in the mind |
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a shade begot by love |
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Carthage shall this grudge recall |
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upon your 7 hills |
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and nothing less than misery |
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will remind you who you killed |
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And though with hate I suffer now |
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the truth is deeper still |
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for I love you with my dying breath |
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and know I always will... |
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beyond this world into the next |
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I know I always will... |
