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| What kind of prophecy? | |
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| A warning that he'd kill his father. | |
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| In heaven's name, what made you pass him on to this old man? | |
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| Only pity, sir. I thought he'd take him home and far away. Never thisoh, never kept for infamy! For if you are the one he says you are, Make no mistake: you are a doom-born man. | |
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| Lost! Ah lost! At ;ast it's blazing clear. Light of my days, go dark. I want to gaze no more. My birth all sprung revealed from those it never should, Myself entwined with those I never could. And I the killer of those I never would. | |
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