How thy heart was our shelter
Even in the stormiest of weather
How thy heart was our courage
In the very worst of our worries
How thy heart was our determination
When we were so close to excrimination
How thy heart was our savoir
Like Rome as our boat, and you our anchor
How thy heart was our redemption
When Rome is shattering, having no reflection
How thy heart was our beauty
While, in our times of glory
How thy heart was our freedom
When we suffered as the victim
How thy heart is our world
Yet now.. it shall never be cured.
Love: Cinna, the poet.
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