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Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.