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A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
Though it be cold, I wear no clothes, the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose, And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good, I drink no cider, port, nor sack, what Providence doth send for food, I neither buy, nor sell, nor lack.
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