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By Rio Child
Lorraine the Fair, how blessed your hills that sawof greatest Eves the third and peer of man,before began that blood-filled dark romanceto heed the message, shine and overawe.The maid wears virile armor, sword is drawnto strike down what? or whom? her fellow man?repel invaders sent to conquer France,set iron over clay is no fit cause.A mighty stone is hewn by hands divine,humanity's the mountain whence it comesto break us through to boundless light.Lorraine, mourn not the maid's strange fate, delightin it and how she lovingly succumbedto Him whose wondrous love has all designed.This is about Joan of Arc. 'break us through' is not good English is it? oops. Written September 6th, 2001 © on Sep 06 2001 03:57 PM PST 0 • 13
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"Lorraine the Fair, how blessed your hills that sawof greatest Eves the third and peer of man,before began that blood-filled dark romanceto heed the message, shine and overawe.The maid wears virile armor, sword is drawnto strike down what? or whom? her fellow man?repel invaders sent to conquer France,set iron over clay is no fit cause.A mighty stone is hewn by hands divine,humanity's the mountain whence it comesto break us through to boundless light.Lorraine, mourn not the maid's strange fate, delightin it and how she lovingly succumbedto Him whose wondrous love has all designed.This is about Joan of Arc. 'break us through' is not good English is it? oops...."