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“Why does your sword so drip with blood, Eddie, Eddie! Why does your sword so drip with blood why do you walk so sadly I have killed my good hawk and I have never had a mare? but him your hawk's blood was never so red, Ed, Ed Your hawk's blood was never so red my dear son, Oh I tell thee Oh I have killed my red roan steed, mother, mother Oh I have killed my red roan steed that once was so fair and free oh Something like that.”
Answer:
A stern glare from my rival was shot from the room.
Mopped his brow, exhaled sharply, and picked up his phone.
