(Verlaine)
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The Bastard's Tale.
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A classic piece of literature,
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If I ever heard one.
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Part 1:
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A wicked, bitter pretence,
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Stumbling round,
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No doubt,
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Blase
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Righteous.
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Remember now the year's
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1412, or something.
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As I searched amongst them
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For a valuable gold piece.
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Not really,
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No, not really.
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The Bastard's Tale,
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Part 2:
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Now remember,
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The year is 1714,
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And we're enjoying our new inventions,
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Whatever those were.
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Such is The Bastard's life,
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Without apology,
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A cursed, pathetic boredom
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Altered by death alone.
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Death, a giant test,
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Transpired
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July 30th 1914.
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You should have seen us then,
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Coupled as we were,
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A feverish embrace.
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Wow.
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The Revolution
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