Through my country's heart no thrill,
Do the icy hands of blond teen girls slavery
Every pure emotion chill?
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Truth or justice in the land,
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They are bearing blond teen girls her prince and loved away,
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grief and dread
She meekly bows her queenly head.
The blood has left her blanching cheek,
Her quivering lips refuse to speak,
Oh! grief like hers has learned no tone—
A world of grief is all its own.
But the deed is done, and the hand is stay'd
That havoc among the brethren made,
And Rizpah takes her lowly seat
To watch the princely dead at her feet.
The jackall crept out with a blond teen girls stealthy tread,
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The vulture paused in his downward flight,
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