Answer
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I
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used
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to
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rule
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the
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world
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Chunks
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would
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load
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when
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I
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gave
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the
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word
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Now
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every
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night
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I
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go
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stow
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away
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hide
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from
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the
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mobs
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I
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used
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to
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slay
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They
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once
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were
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terrified
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every
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time
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I
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looked
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into
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their
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eyes
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Answer
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Villagers
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would
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cheer
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my
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way
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For
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a
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hero
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I
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was,
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that's
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what
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they'd
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say
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One
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minute
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we
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had
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it
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all
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next
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our
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world
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began
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to
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fall
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Away
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from
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all
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that
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it
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had
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once
|
become
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They
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all
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cried
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for
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my
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Answer
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help,
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but
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I
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stood
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there
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numb
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I
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gaze
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off
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into
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the
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boundless
|
skyline
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Note
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block
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choires
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playing
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in
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the
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sunshine
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Turn
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around,
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pick
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up
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my
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sword
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and
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wield
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The
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blade
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that
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once
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forced
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evil
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mobs
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to
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yield
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And
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hope
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Answer
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one
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day
|
that
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this
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chaos
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and
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Destruction
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turns
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for
|
the
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better
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Never
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a
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bow
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in
|
hand
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That
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was
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when
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I
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ruled
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the
|
land
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It
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was
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the
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creepers
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and
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the
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skeletons
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Blew
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down
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the
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doors
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and
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boxed
|
us
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in
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Arrows
|
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Answer
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whizzing
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by
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like
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streaks
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of
|
light
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I
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tried
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all
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that
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I
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could
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to
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stay
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and
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fight
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As
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the
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undead
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roamed
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the
|
street
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Families
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broken
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at
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my
|
feet
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Life
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itself
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suspended
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by
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a
|
thread
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Oh,
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why
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was
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it
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that
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I
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Answer
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wasn't
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dead?
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I
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gaze
|
off
|
into
|
the
|
boundless
|
skyline
|
Note
|
block
|
choirs
|
playing
|
in
|
the
|
sunshine
|
Turn
|
around,
|
pick
|
up
|
my
|
sword
|
and
|
wield
|
The
|
blade
|
that
|
once
|
forced
|
evil
|
mobs
|
to
|
yield
|
If
|
this
|
battle
|
should
|
leave
|
me
|
|
Answer
|
slain
|
I
|
know
|
Herobrine
|
will
|
call
|
my
|
name
|
Better
|
to
|
take
|
a
|
stand
|
That
|
was
|
when
|
I
|
ruled
|
the
|
land
|
I
|
gazed
|
off
|
into
|
the
|
boundless
|
skyline
|
Note
|
block
|
choirs
|
playing
|
in
|
the
|
sunshine
|
Turn
|
around,
|
pick
|
up
|
my
|
|
Answer
|
sword
|
and
|
wield
|
The
|
blade
|
that
|
once
|
forced
|
evil
|
mobs
|
to
|
yield
|
If
|
this
|
battle
|
should
|
leave
|
me
|
slain
|
I
|
know
|
Herobrine
|
will
|
call
|
my
|
name
|
Better
|
to
|
take
|
a
|
stand
|
And
|
that
|
was
|
when
|
I
|
ruled
|
the
|
land
|
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