For Anne
Countless fathers, lovers and friends
Cut down by a bloody Reign of Terror
Lives run down to the streets below
In a ribbon of red
Madame is still, the cruel powers satisfied
An uneasy peace finally descends
We wore their memories around our necks
In a ribbon of red
Centuries past, the nineteenth of May
A Queen kneels before abused injustice
A sword’s
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