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and if you find your Illiumand if you build your troyI hope you feel the pain I felttwice upon your swordAeneas on your noble handsmy life shall stain with bloodlet Dido's curse rest in the minda shade begot by loveCarthage shall this grudge recallupon your 7 hillsand nothing less than miserywill remind you who you killedAnd though with hate I suffer nowthe truth is deeper stillfor I love you with my dying breathand know I always will...beyond this world into the nextI know I always will... From Letras Mania