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You may have met me battle scarred
and note my years are few.
Yes, my armors bent and charred,
But what am I to do?
I will not stand by while crops burn
and watch children run to hide,
If I can make a difference
I shall take up arms and ride
Into even overwhelming odds
With my last breath, defend.
So if you want a piece of me,
Then bring it on my friend.
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