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THE BLACK KNIGHT.
1
A beaten and a baffled man,My life drags lamely day by day,
Too young to die, too old to plan,
In failure grey.
2
The knights ride east, the knights ride west,For ladyes' tokens blithe of cheer,
Each bound upon some gallant quest;
While I rust here.
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