Answer
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This
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little
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Babe
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so
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few
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days
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old
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Is
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come
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to
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rifle
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Satan’s
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fold.
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All
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hell
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doth
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at
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his
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presence
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quake,
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Though
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he
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himself
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for
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Answer
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cold
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do
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shake.
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For
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in
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this
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weak
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unarmed
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wise
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The
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gates
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of
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hell
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he
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will
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surprise.
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With
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tears
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he
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fights
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and
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wins
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the
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Answer
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field,
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His
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naked
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breast
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stands
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for
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a
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shield.
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His
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battering
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shot
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are
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babish
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cries,
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His
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arrows
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looks
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of
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weeping
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eyes.
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His
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martial
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ensigns
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Answer
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Cold
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and
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Need,
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And
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feeble
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Flesh
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his
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warrior’s
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steed.
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His
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camp
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is
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pitched
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in
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a
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stall,
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His
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bulwark
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but
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a
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broken
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wall.
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The
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Answer
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crib
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his
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trench,
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haystalks
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his
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stakes,
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Of
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shepherds
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he
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his
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muster
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makes.
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And
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thus,
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as
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sure
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his
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foe
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to
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wound,
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The
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angels’
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trumps
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Answer
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alarum
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sound.
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My
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soul,
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with
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Christ
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join
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thou
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in
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fight,
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Stick
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to
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the
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tents
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that
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he
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hath
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pight.
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Within
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his
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crib
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is
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surest
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Answer
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ward,
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This
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little
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Babe
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will
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be
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thy
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guard.
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If
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thou
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wilt
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foil
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thy
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foes
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with
|
joy,
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Then
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flit
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not
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from
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this
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heavenly
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Boy.
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