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Laura's Lament

Song by Shan Shan Ackart-Sparrow

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This roulette wheel, that pack of cards.
Whoever knew life would turn out this hard
And for a barkeep or a bard,
Another patron smiles.
Yet for the girl who's standing here
With pristine shirt and shining hair,
There's none who would a moment care
To friend her for a while.

Though while my nametag bears a name,
The words you call are not the same,
A truffle eater, shady dame,
I've listened to them all.
You take your chance, you roll my dice,
To say I cheat, you don't think twice,
Yes, all the while, you think you're "nice",
Just watch your city fall.

Then in the rubble, smouldering still,
You'll catch your breath, you'll stare your fill,
To hear my name will cast a chill.
Just feel my cold caress,
For if you'd learnt to pay your dues,
Make good your smears on my virtues,
Your allies would not need to choose
To curse me or to bless.

Once lost in bitter warring blight,
Fair rays will greet the town of Light,
Each child shall know my gentle might,
They'll snuggle into dreams.
And try I might to this forget,
Your taunting words shall haunt me yet,
I'll have what's owed, you'll pay your debt,
This Shallam's lost, it seems.

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Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 551 AF.