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| 18 | 53 | And yet songs, I told View more quotes about myself">myself, are lies. |
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| 18 | 50 | I supposed that in time to come men might, on this holiday, show their wounds to slaves and wondering children, saying to them, "These I had in Se'Kara". |
| 18 | 51 | Would this battle be sung as had that one? Not in England, I knew. |
| 18 | 52 | But on Gor, it would. |
| 18 | 53 | And yet songs, I told myself, are lies. |
| 18 | 54 | And those that had died this day did not sing. |
| 18 | 55 | And yet, I asked myself, had they lived, would they not have sung? And I told myself, I thought yes. |
| 18 | 56 | And so, then, I asked myself, might we not then sing for them, and for ourselves as well, and could there not be, in some way that was hard to understand, but good, truth in songs? I went to the tarn that I had ridden back to the Dorna. |