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I conquered the world with just one hand.
My name written forever in the winds
of loss, hope and tragedy.
I'm gone. A way.
Away.

This world treats its dreamers bad.
They cannot take from us what we never had.
Still you know my name, and why?
My kind falls young and were always meant to die.
Why?

The songs I sang, I sang for You
The poems I wrote, I wrote for you
But now the ink has faded away.
At St. Mary Redcliffe, I pray.
I pray.

The flame was bright, but still put out too soon.
Come seventeen, I had not seen its grace.
I left this world to weep unto itself,
and with a twist of arsenic, I said my last fare well.
Farewell.

"She's damnable ugly, my Vanity cried,
You lie, says my Conscience, you lie;
Resolving to follow the dictates of Pride,
I'd view her a hag to my eye.

But should she regain her bright lustre again,
And shine in her natural charms,
'Tis but to accept of the works of my pen,
And permit me to use my own arms."


(Last verse taken from Thomas Chatterton's poem; "A New Song".)