No prisoner ever tells his story objectively; rather, it is cloaked in sorrow. To comfort himself, however, he may write a song: I have many friends, but their gifts are few. Dishonor will be theirs if I remain in prison these two winters; my ransom unpaid. My men and my barons, from England, Normandy, Poitou, and Gascony, know that I would never forsake even the least of my friends. I do no say this as a reproach. Still... I remain a prisoner.
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APARTEIDROCK 10 months ago
Can anyone tell/write me the lyrics to the song?
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ultraifk 1 year ago
Great interpretation of this beautiful song. Thank you!
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