Why do you touse at me,
My mixed blood family?
Gypsy nomad free,
That's why I fight.
Fear? You showed me fear.
I drove through the fear.
You showed me Heaven,
Then left me here to die again.
A game of pain, Life?
Keep your plowshear lie.
My roots are made of stone.
Clear water raft, dream rail,
I know the feel of thirst and hunger,
Pain.
Ave, my star of arrogance.
Recompense I cry.
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