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Lamentations of the Lost
by Anonymous
Poem about a life cut short
They said explore Nirn.
To many lands I traveled.
Never feeling like home.
I worked for a merchant,
Sweeping dusty shops for coin.
No respect or wealth.
I joined a brigade.
We saw the horrors of war,
Blood-dripped battlefields.
To an arrow I fell.
For greed I died all alone.
Buried by strangers.