7 grudnia 2011

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Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom

To Arthur Pendragon

Now many centuries after his death
I know that there had never been a king
that on this earth did breath
who by his valour and nobility had my heart rising

as Arthur of Camelot, Arthur of the round table did
and although his sword Excalibur forever stays hid
through centuries his tales remains as the token of chivalry
and somehow there is truth and a kind of magic to it.

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