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Random Poem:

The Heathen Saracen
Rajji

Ne’er have I seen such a sight,
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As ten thousand Saracens in all their pride.
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Ne’er have I seen the grace of life.
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As sands sank and overcame the walls of an ancient city;
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There was never so much pride in me on the night that ten thousand Saracens died
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Died in their pride.
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Blood stained hands can still care
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Battle hardened hearts can still love
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Was it for this that the Saracens died
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Ne’er have I felt so alive
 10
As the night when ten thousand Saracens died
 11
 
 
And the city fell and was lost
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Religions conquered and fell
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O’er the ancient city walls
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That now stand alone
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Ne’er have I seen a sight so proud
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As the night when an old Saracen died
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Laying in his pride
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Remembering the great sands and armies
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Just war with a just cause
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Remembering the night when ten thousand Saracens died
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