Sing

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What do I know of cultured ways,
the gilt, the craft and the lie?
I, who was born in a naked land
and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile,
they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs –
I was a man before I was a king.
The Phoenix on the Sword

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