BrotherAbigail AssorYou hate the gifts we make you swill and the allegiance we feed you. Our loving bearing, you defile as we are calling you. The uncouth outline of our roads, you yearn to ban. You feel we can’t fathom the speed of your boulevard. Brother, I know you bid furlough from this kingship that’s itching you. Now the green shades of your body match the harbour you chose. Though in a blissful land of yours, will blossom your flag, though my mourn’s shameful, truth is I beg you not to leave. Il tuo voto è stato registrato! Grazie!