My body bears the scars of years
twice a thousand battles mark my form
the horrors my eyes have seen
locked away from forgotten courses of tears
battle worn, and from Hell torn
yet, within my breast, a passion burns
burning coals, of loves forgotten dream
My face, they say, is a granite shell
never lined, nor creased with care
wherein, hidden emotions dwell
for, ever life has been a simple fare
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