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Would that my own blood stood now so sharp of mind.
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Ah, years and the taste of battle
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will hone your pup's teeth.
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Of that I have little doubt.
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Yet to bring Spartacus to ground I must have a wolf at my side.
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And let us turn gleaming fang towards moon of full purpose,
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and see blood and gore matted upon fur.
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Curfew! Inside please.
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Make your way indoors!
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Curfew! Move, move.
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Move along!
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Off the streets!