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Bring me my helmet and spear; bring my old armor
Rusty as gold –
I will have one tilt with a last arrogant giant
Before I am old.
Scuttle about, little millers; look to your windmills,
Look to your laughter!
I often fail to distinguish between two evils
Till a long time after.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
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