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- George Herbert
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;
White is their colour, and behold my head.
But must they have my brain? must they dispark
Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred?
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noun
A fight involving three or more individuals, teams, or factions; fought until one person, team, or faction is left standing.
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