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A bastard, orphan, in which, his plan, he did impose
His life had been destroyed and disrupted by his foes.
Many mistakes, this corrupted man had made,
While the southern states were relaxing in the shade
His first mistake, a cheating amorous connection
His second, a pamphlet telling the world; a collection,
His third, leading his son into a duel, who was killed as he fought
His fourth, throwing away his shot.
The man’s wife had lost everything she loved and cherished,
Her husband, son, and sisters, everyone perished.
But what she didn’t tell him while he was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.
