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When a child he lived in poverty
Wealth developed in his mind
Handsome, pale aristocratic ancestry
Byron was his name
Cambridge days, those were the crazy days
He, the leader of a new wave
Profile posed against a stormy, windy sky
A symbol for the brave
One thousand cups of gold
Many the stories told
So many heroes alive
He, no one could control
Earth was no home to him
Bright is the place of his soul
England in the 19th century
Had condemnded him as depraved
With his exile his extravagance was paid
While the public raved
Water city of the heart he chose
Venice, a lover and a friend
A crazy caravan of countess,
Monkey and dogs
He set a gypsy trend
One thousand cups of gold
Many the stories told
So many heroes alive
He, no one could control
Earth was no home to him
Bright is the place of his soul
With the poets that will never die
Northern winds blew him to Greece
In the aegian water's ancient battle zone
Byron rests in peace.

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