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A Troubadour At Heart I Was by Napoleon Nalcot

“Each man is the bard of his own existence.”–Cormac McCarthy
A troubadour at heart I was
Who dwelt somewhere from long ago
I sang for knights and brave heroes
But now I'm here out of the blue

To sing for modern times and oh
The manners that lie there within
I'll sing for what emotions be
When interspersed with me again

It somehow kind of resurrect
The troubadour at heart I was
Wherever I may time would send
In France, Britain, Filipinas

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