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Knights |
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In the days of old |
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With all his armor, |
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I'm oft told, |
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He carried quite a load. |
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Monsters were mean |
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Taking up his lance, |
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And men were bold. |
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Into battle he rode. |
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The dragons they would
slay, |
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Back from the fighting, |
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Any that got in the way. |
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All tired and worn, |
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And help a damsel in
distress, |
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They would have a feast, |
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All in a day. |
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And drink wine from a
horn. |
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The moat they would swim |
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And as often as not |
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On just a whim, |
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He could be found, |
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And climb a tree |
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Sitting at a table |
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Limb by limb. |
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That was large and round. |
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Across the fields they
ride, |
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This great warrier |
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Into the woods to hide, |
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Was called a Knight. |
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Adventures they sought, |
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He lived and loved |
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They lived and died. |
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With all his might. |
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Ivan |
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