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I wish that I were French and d’Artgnan

With my silver blade, and agile Spirit

I’d conquer any in the Dominion

Who should try to capture you, my Dearest

By my pointed, trusty Epee in Sway

By my acrobatic, Twists and Turning

I would fight all Traitors, Thieves, Courtiers,

While’st I fight the Court, my Heart still yearning

For you, Anne d’Autriche, in red royal Robes

For me, your faithful Servant, I remain.

I tip my feather’d Cap and I bow low

To your Beauty and never ending Reign.

I put my Sword in Sheath, I kiss your Hand

Realize, my Sword is at your Command.

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