He Knoweth Not that the Dead Are Thine
The weapon that you fought with was a word,
And with that word you stabbed me to the heart.
Not once but twice you did it, for the sword
Made no blood start.
They have not tried you for your life. You go
Strong in such innocence as men will boast.
They have not buried me. They do not know
LIfe from its ghost.
And with that word you stabbed me to the heart.
Not once but twice you did it, for the sword
Made no blood start.
They have not tried you for your life. You go
Strong in such innocence as men will boast.
They have not buried me. They do not know
LIfe from its ghost.
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