Our King come home.

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    Our King come home.
    Over plains and distance shore
    From battle field and gore,
    Through the wind had spat his name,
    Our King come home.

    Were sword and spear now laid down
    Were he fell upon the ground
    A horse carries a hero
    Our king come home.

    So we may all recall
    That he did give his all
    So a fire bruns to honor him
    Our King come home.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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