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in a camp of few, i am bound to.as if on cuethe sword goes down,for we are nearing town. i swirl with little care,oh how could i dare?i hear the wail,and see the body of the frail. i stopped. the sword went down,for we were nearing town. It hurts. the sword went down,we didnt mean to near town. help. the sword didnt need to go down.we would never see town. one can be blessedwith a big body so splendid.but one can be cursed.with a form so horrid.