The General went fore, a prisoner of war,Enchained at the enemy’s behest;But now he’s back, the dust is slack,With wine I greet my guest. We sing in verse of skies and birds,Forbidding a barrack word;With spring before, we leave the warAnd howls of night unheard. But peaceful …
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Nothing is so dear, a noble warrior said,Than glory bought by armor pierced in bloodAmid the cries of those who’ve fallen in mud—For what is life if honor’s been left for dead? Emaciated, poor, or stuck without life’s luck,It’s to the bold and daring that the …
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