The Fire

Oh Days gone by,Oh Dreams of old,

I feel so cold,

As Death draws nigh. 
Oh Fields of green,

Oh Glory past,

Nothing does last 

As Death is seen. 
Have you not heard,

Have you not felt,

Three Winters’ pelt,

As Rome has burned?
Have we done wrong,

Have we brought sin?

The wheel did spin,

As Rome’s last song. 

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