Winter's Wheel

Crownless
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Crownless
 
You have my crown, but no crown.
Words are hanging upside down.
Broken scepter, broken rule;
Fools feast when the donkeys duel.
Empty throne, there sits a king -
Fleshless hand with signet ring.
Worship him, enshrinéd there -
Worship nothing but thin air.
I kiss a king and touch a liar.
Crownless, burn you in the fire!

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