They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords, Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords. They fight by shuffling papers they have bright dead alien eyes. . .
They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords, Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords. They fight by shuffling papers they have bright dead alien eyes. . .
Unhappy, can I give you back your honour?
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