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A look at a famous historical figure |
| Leonidas A King stands afore his men Raises his sword high The enemy looms forth And a messenger is spied The men that approach are too much The poor messenger bade The sun is blocked by a thousand arrows But we shall fight them in the shade Let the men come And our blood we shall give We shall stay them long enough For the city to live Stand tall men do not fall And I shall be a martyr For I am Leonidas; the King of Sparta |