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If you build it, they will come, he said.
But they never came.
The travellers were all dead.
And so they never came.
They crossed the sea against pounding wave.
They'd clearly lost the game.
Yet each man was profusely brave.
Despite the burden of shame.
They travelled through the wood.
Not a single creature was tame.
They know it would come to no good.
As they were surrounded and maimed.
The last few tried their best.
Even though they were lame.
Holding their swords to the chest.
As the dragon engulfed them in flame.
I built it big and strong to ensure they survive.
To save their face and name.
Only deathly silence arrived.
But they never came.
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