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david moore - soliloquy كلمات أغنية

when i was young i had a care
lest i should cheat me of my share
of that which makes it sweet to strive
for life, and dying still survive
a name in sunshine written higher
than lark or poet dare aspire

but i grew weary doing well
besides, ’twas sweeter in that h_ll
down with the loud banditti people
who robbed the orchards, climbed the steeple
for jackdaws’ eyes and made the c_ck
crow ere ’twas daylight on the clock
i was so very bad the neighbours
spoke of me at their daily labours

and now i’m drinking wine in france
the helpless child of circumstance
to_morrow will be loud with war
how will i be accounted for?

it is too late now to retrieve
a fallen dream, too late to grieve
a name unmade, but not too late
to thank the gods for what is great;
a keen_edged sword, a soldier’s heart
is greater than a poet’s art
and greater than a poet’s fame
a little grave that has no name

- david moore

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