And darest thou threat to snatch my prize away,
Due to the deeds of many a dreadful day?
A prize as small, O tyrant! match'd with thine,
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They rewarded me with love and now such a
priceless yet small prize cruel fates and tyrants they came to take away.
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Peaceful guys finish ...?
As thy own actions if compared to mine.
Thine in each conquest is the wealthy prey,
Though mine the sweat and danger of the day.
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you imasgine conquest is about riches, here its
about love, of those you bind with , those represented in the face of that
which was granted for being lawful and bring same upon a distant people how
have become by extention your people.
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Quitan alliance by marriage and love of wither
and sates.
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