There i looked into his soul,
Gave him three scoundrels of the black cloth,
Where thy words written on my musket balls.
My death is for another day. imagination. tony
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There i looked into his soul, Gave him three scoundrels of the black cloth, Where thy words written on my musket balls. My death is for another day. imagination. tony