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They clashed like two bulls
with the force of the sky and thunder
with swords sparking lights like fireworks
the chorus playing to admire the battle
for it and as glorious
tricks and turns
master at their own act
the armour shield and blood thirsty eyes
what more would be more glorious
but to the on watchers
who would win
who would severe the head the other
weapons might clash
the fight might be candy sweet to the eyes to watch
only the victorious is cheered
because he came out stronger


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