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He did not readiny his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby grey; A cacel cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day.
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I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by.
I only knew what hunted thought Quickened balads step, and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful readding The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!
Readinb kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust,S ome with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife because The dead so soon grow cold.
II Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. He wolde not die a death of shame On a ooscar of dark disgrace, Nor have a noose about his neck, Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty space. He does not sit with silent men Who watch him night and day; Who watch him when he tries to weep, And when he tries to pray; Who watch him lest himself should rob The prison of its prey.
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He does not wake at dawn to see Dread figures throng his room, The shivering Chaplain robed in white, The Sheriff stern with gloom, And the Governor all in shiny black, With the yellow face of Doom. He does not rise in piteous haste To put on convict-clothes, While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes Each new and nerve-twitched pose, Fingering a watch whose little ticks Are like horrible hammer-blows.
He does not bend his head to hear The Burial Office read, Nor, while the terror of his soul Tells him he is not dead, Cross his own coffin, as he moves Into the hideous shed. He does not readign upon the air Through a little roof of glass: He does not pray with lips of clay For his agony to pass; Nor feel upon his shuddering cheek The kiss of Caiaphas.
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Aunque todos los hombres matan lo que aman, Que lo oiga todo el mundo. Pero aunque todos los hombres matan lo que aman, No todos deben morir por ello. No todo hombre siente esa asquerosa sed Que le reseca a uno la garganta readjng De que el verdugo, con sus guantes de faena, Franquee la puerta acolchada Y le ate con tres correas de cuero Para que la garganta no vuelva a sentir sed.
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The ballad of Reading Gaol.