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They sing of the swift footed / of the war weapon / Aristos Achaion Achilles / but the glimmer in your eyes is softer than glittering armour / sparkling heels kissing the floor, dancing in the courts of Pthia / to the song of fates //
how could I have known they would lift to kill? / And the glimmer would be burning rage //
why would I imagine they'll follow your heels marching to the song of war drums? //
Oh golden boy, Achilles / do you ever dream of the deepest blue? //
When the waves stop, do you see the divine Thetis? / Or does your mother awaits you? //
I quiver at the song of death / of murder and bloodshed / but do tell me, Achilles / did you ever get the love, you were snatched from?
