The Great King Arthur
Standing tall, against them all,
Ready to battle, doth not care if will shatter.
On a white horse he rides,
With his beautiful sword Excaliber at his side.
His Knights are fallen,
but he does not run,Nor does he go to hide,
Knights who are against him are on each of his sides.
But the Great King Arthur is not afraid,
For the Great King Arthur in the end,
Whether he lived or died,in the end,
He stayed.
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