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So bloodied o'er, the paint of death's embrace,
Let it be not guilt that taints my hand,
For I shall scrub away remorse's stain.
All is prepared for our coronation show?
Ay, my lord.
So bloodied o'er, the paint of death's embrace,
Let it be not guilt that taints my hand,
For I shall scrub away remorse's stain.
All is prepared for our coronation show?
Ay, my lord.