One man I seek with perfect symmetry,
One man whose sword is greater than my own,
Who can with just one stroke give unto me
A fear for life that I have never known.
I've wandered far across this English field,
A nomad knight afforded by a purse,
And still in battle I am yet to yield
To better men that they may end this curse.
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