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“LORD LEITRIM.”

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My Lord, at last you have it! Now we know

Truth’s not a phrase, justice an idle show.

Your life ran red with murder, green with lust.

Blood has washed blood clean, and, in the final dust

Your carrion will be purified. Yet, see,

Though your body perish, for your soul shall be

An immortality of infamy!

Songs of the Army of the Night

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