There is no love
But there is a union
That is in an instrument of ending the war.
My body is a birdge between
Two part of a divided land.
My heart is a pot that resurrects the dead,
My eyes are a flag
Of my land
But my heart is frozen.
You will embrace me with hands covered with blood,
I can't escape our high and cold palace.
I stare at the horizon
When an enemy's army is at our gates...
Branwen
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