Парадокс чести

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There was a young randon named Ashe
Renowned for her battlefield dash
Struck down only once.
By some Central Land runt
She limped evermore with panache.

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Ganth Gray Lord, Gerraint's heir
Grim he went riding from Gothregor.
High in the White Hills harm awaited
The hard-handed lord and the host he summoned.
Trace now the tangled cause of this trouble:
If I tell this tale, tears will follow.

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shadow assassins

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The White Hills have drunken my blood,
Red, red, the flowers.
Oh, when will I breathe free again?
Red, the flowers, red.
My face is pale, my hands are cold.
Red, red, the flowers.
My day is done, my night has come.
Red, the flowers, red.