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And if you find your Ilium
And if you find your Troy
I hope you feel the pain I felt
Twice upon your sword + Aeneas on your noble hands
My life shall stain with blood
Let Dido's curse rest in the mind
A shade begot by love
Carthage shall this grudge recall
Upon your seven hills
And nothing less than misery
Will remind you who you killed + And though you will hate I suffer now
The truth is deeper still
For I love you with my dying breath
And I know I always will
Beyond this world into the next
I know I always will...