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In times of famine, carrion, the plague,
deliverance abrupt, there lived a knight
deceitful and a liar, lost to cards
who sold his lands and finally his soul.
Aglow, his armour shone as he grew dull
and all that’s legend’s sway repaid him full
in minstrel’s tales of deeds, all ill was cured.
A death by pox was soon transformed for all
from pox to vox, a message from the Lord.
On sacred land, he is restored to grace:
he has become the balm who once debased.

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