Doth thou surrender to your fate?
Or must your will, I doth break?
Shall thy show thineself to the light?
Or under nightshade will thou hide?
Thou wrestles with thine mind I know,
For the die be cast, your heart shows.
Steel yourself dear old friend,
Enemies we're not, nor have ever been.
Must we, must we, then still fight?
Or will ye yield, the flag of white?
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