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You expect him to wait in driven snow
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for you to arrive and announce his end?
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That is exactly what I expect.
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Give count to those who have fallen! I would have number!
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The gods march us halfway to fucking Olympus,
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only to piss on us from atop a wall.
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We must make new attempt.
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While we do not quit in silence,
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but march with thunder threating the heavens.
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And see old men strom their wall?
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Until last woman and child,
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and see it to ruin.