Your highness
THEY ALL WALK WHEN I WHO RUNS
THEY CAN CLIMB HIGH BUT IM THE ONE
WHO TOUCHED THE SUN
THERE HUNT WAS SEVERAL BEAST AN BOARS
MINE WERE ALL WHO FELL IN ALL THE PAST WARS
YOUR HOME IS A SHELTER FOR SEVERAL MEN
MINE IS A TOWN BUILTIN WITHIN
THEY ALL BOW WHEN I STAND
HE WHO DOSE NOT SHALL BE ERASED FROM THIS LAND
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