“Yet since that time, we’ve all resigned To carry our last days With neither purpose nor ambition— Our idleness our shame.”
A silence seized the company In thought they all withdrew The seventh then began at length: “What would you have us do?
“Such deeds amassed are of the past And dire, desperate straits It wasn’t choice that called us there, But shared, unlucky fate
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