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  • Poetry > Limerick
    As sunrise draws near, I hold this thought so dear; it might slip away like a ghost through walls, Past the guards and up the king's halls; A stirring went through all the men going to battle, they might never again see their family or cattle, blast those invaders for stirring up trouble...

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