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<p>New page: &#039;&#039;&#039;Title: The Crying Lute&#039;&#039;&#039; &#039;&#039;&#039;Author: Gannt&#039;&#039;&#039; The lute in mine hands as I softly strum,&lt;br&gt; cries for it knows the hollow man I have become,&lt;br&gt; of my tragedy, of my sorrow, of my lo...</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>'''Title: The Crying Lute'''<br /> <br /> '''Author: Gannt'''<br /> <br /> <br /> The lute in mine hands as I softly strum,&lt;br&gt;<br /> cries for it knows the hollow man I have become,&lt;br&gt;<br /> of my tragedy, of my sorrow, of my lonely despair.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Only my lute listens, alone, only it cares.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Though I am a knight, and mine emotions I hide,&lt;br&gt;<br /> I still feel the soul-eating darkness inside.&lt;br&gt;<br /> I am a man of armour and a man of the sword,&lt;br&gt;<br /> but the blackness I feel I cannot ward.&lt;br&gt;<br /> The green swine came, silent coward attacks,&lt;br&gt;<br /> with bow and arrow, with sword and axe.&lt;br&gt;<br /> They came for our blood, for our flesh to eat,&lt;br&gt;<br /> We hacked them to death, our blades flaying their meat.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Though I have loved her, she still left this life,&lt;br&gt;<br /> her pale white skin pierced by a goblin's bloody knife.&lt;br&gt;<br /> But I am left here, an empty shell of a man.&lt;br&gt;<br /> I cannot speak, the sorrow is more than I can stand.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Others drink themselves blind, but I cannot partake&lt;br&gt;<br /> The others celebrate, but smiles I can't fake.&lt;br&gt;<br /> I will sit here by the fire and softly strum,&lt;br&gt;<br /> only my lute knows the hollow man I have finally become.<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;HR&gt;<br /> Back to [[Serpent Isle|Ultima VII, Part 2: The Serpent Isle]]</div>

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