WILLIAM THE CONQUERER PART 2
And what has changed since?
Still lie the hills, still flows the river,
Your miserable ruin lies unchanged.
Still flies the swallow, still the sky is blue.
The sea, the wind, summer breezes,
butterflies, roses.
All may have delighted you.
From Thiebermont, I massacre
French roses and you lie long dead.
I am your unconquered English Rose
Fading with each summer
But not yet vanquished.
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