Jamie Thomas King - These Bloody Days | Текст песни

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These bloody days have broken my heart:
My lust, my youth did them depart.
For your wit alone, many men would bemoan.
And since it is so, many still cry aloud.
It is a great loss that you are dead and gone.

The time you had above your poor degree.
The fall where of your friends may well bemoan.
A rotten twig upon so high a tree has slipped your hold,
And you are dead. And gone.

These bloody days have broken my heart.
My lust. My youth did them depart,
And blind desire of ambitious souls.
Who hastes to climb seeks to revert:
And about the throne the thunder rolls.

By Sir Thomas Wyatt

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