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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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