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Never a more somber day has visited the shores of prosperous Albion
The day of ruin came as winds smashed the fleets of Drake
And when our purest queen stood guard at London's gates
They soaked her in tar and exposed her virgin physique
Our old Kings stayed to slumber in their tombs under the mountain
The people's cries for freedom rang out as the bloody bull raised a torch over their island home
And the Faire Isle wept for its ivory shores crumbled
Under the damned Spaniard's boot

-The King Returns by "The Bard"

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