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Sango Fighter
The city of Xiapi drown ed by the flood;
Its Lord is captive. Nought avails
His courser's speed or halberd's thrust.
The tiger erstwhile fierce, now whines
For mercy. Cao had meted him
Full well, a falcon flown at will
And hungry kept, Poor fool! He let
Chen Gong's advice be overborne
by harem tattle; vainly now
He rails against the Long-eared Childe.
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