BrainBulb

That which I held for you

Held by many on a mornings dew

Though by the suns of treason, those we reach are many few

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And so now I ask for their lonely and tattered sake

Droplets of pain soak away with the rain

That of the taken by treacherous treason

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For I cannot with my heart for you

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What many have lost, for many have been left to subdue

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All that was unrightly taken

And all that were brought unsightly to and forsaken

Should surely break me or else of I have already been broken

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Or else I am with only selfish eyes

Not to share that sought upon dew as a prize

And leave unjustly all those cries

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Like droplets of early morning dew

My heart must share the pain left for many to subdue

And task the tax still left undue

Composition by – Beethoven