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Arrival
I come from a king who is makerless
I come from a land that is unbound
I come from a place that is untaken
I come from a tribe that is proud
I come with a knee that is unbended
I come with a shield that is unbroken
I come with a sword that is unsullied
I come with my sons to rule here
Notes:
York: Crossing the Line
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