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To strive to know the heart of one so pure, To contemplate the fate of one so young; With heavy hearts, uncertain and unsure, We honor thee and praise thee with our song; To stand alone, amongst the enemy, To take a stand, and stare them in the face; With courage in your heart, to let them see That you alone can walk within God's grace; To burn and burn and thrice to burn again, To turn the skin, and flesh, and bone to ash; Discarding all remains unto the Seine, The stains upon their souls will never wash;         Old men of cloth, long deaf to voices sainted;         Her name condemns your black-hearts ever tainted.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
Maid of Orleans
To strive to know the heart of one so pure, To contemplate the fate of one so young; With heavy hearts, uncertain and unsure, We honor thee and praise thee with our song; To stand alone, amongst the enemy, To take a stand, and stare them in the face; With courage in your heart, to let them see That you alone can walk within God's grace; To burn and burn and thrice to burn again, To turn the skin, and flesh, and bone to ash; Discarding all remains unto the Seine, The stains upon their souls will never wash;         Old men of cloth, long deaf to voices sainted;         Her name condemns your black-hearts ever tainted.
In memory of Joan of Arc, murdered 30th May 1431.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
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