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I go tonight.
He does not love me, but oh his tears will flow tonight. I cannot leave my sons, so they must die tonight. Their cold bodies in this house will lie tonight. Don't look at me with such horror, such disgust- I do only what I must. I gave him everything I had to give. I betrayed my father so this pig could live. And what have I to show for all my pains? I am exiled, sent away to live in shame. I go tonight, But only because all has been made right. All debts are paid, His wife is in her grave. I will not take his gold, his tactless bribe. Deep within me, I still have my pride. I go tonight. The gods will speed me on, for they know I'm right. And Nemesis, my righteous goddess divine, Has given me the pleasure of knowing Vengeance is mine.
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