Quatre

Surely, no one knows the pain
Quite as well as I.
My hurting heart find no joy
In watching others die.

I love my people dearly
For them I'd give my life
So that they'd remain free
And rather far from strife

Do not mistake my feelings;
They do not make me weak,
But illuminate my way
And the path that I do seek.

The sheer beauty of this place
Stupifies my very soul.
How can something so lovely
Have a heart of coal?

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