Can one feel truly sorry towards one
who twice volunteered for the fields of death,
and was shot? How far should our sympathy
reach, when a man accepts death as a choice,
and it comes and gives him its leaden
sting on the tranquil canal's shore
which, like Lethe, granted oblivion?
When Paris dies the death he choose,
why should we mourn? He had his choice.
25.10.2023
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