3rd stanza

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And if I was right

Would I have to fight?

Was this rife? (Common)

To have to fight for your life?

How many had he killed

He had to be skilled

To keep up with this chase

To find any trace

Of where I had been

Goosebumbs went over my skin

Just at the thought...

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