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And if you find your Illium And if you find your Troy I hope you feel the pain I felt Twice upon your sword + Aeneas on your noble hands My life shall stain with blood Let Dido's curse rest in the mind A shade begot by love Carthage shall this grudge recall Upon your seven hills And nothing less than misery Will remind you who you killed + And though you will hate I suffer now The truth is deeper still For I love you with my dying breath And I know I always will Beyond this world into the next I know I always will... From Letras Mania