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Syrius
My father's gone mother's lost,
Without a homeland holy ghost.
Cradle's broken shroud amiss,
I have no lover nor a kiss.
For three days I haven't touched,
Neither kernel nor the crust.
My twenty years are mighty power,
For sale it is by the hour.
And if I find not one taker,
Let the devil be dealmaker.
Wholeheartedly rob and steal,
I kill a man if that's the deal.
Condemned to hang once I'm tried,
For crows to feed as they pry.
Fresh grass arose death-wishing,
From my pure heart might it spring.
Without a homeland holy ghost.
Cradle's broken shroud amiss,
I have no lover nor a kiss.
For three days I haven't touched,
Neither kernel nor the crust.
My twenty years are mighty power,
For sale it is by the hour.
And if I find not one taker,
Let the devil be dealmaker.
Wholeheartedly rob and steal,
I kill a man if that's the deal.
Condemned to hang once I'm tried,
For crows to feed as they pry.
Fresh grass arose death-wishing,
From my pure heart might it spring.
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