A single tear escaped from his eyes. What a loss of a precious pearl. And a fire the size of seven suns were set a blaze. God Almighty, let me take up arms. I'll defeat them and lay them at his feet with broken souls, begging for mercy. Tell me my heart, my precious, what ails you and I shall set it right. Let me rearrange the constallation of the stars so that I may bring even the hint of a smile. O' my gentle heart, just tell me and I'll set it right, but dont shed those precious pearls.
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