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    The king sits alone.
    Just a few months ago, he sat upon a throne.
    Everything seemed so solid, as if set in stone.
    But lessons can only be learned when worked in through the bone
    And those lessons bring nothing but pain upon it's own.
    His crown is fallen, his bride abound
    His eyes, sullen, his pride, ground.
    The only fate the jubilant meet is
    Disappointment, suffering, and frowns.
    The pain? Worked.
    The lessons? Learnt.
    His body? Burnt.
    His mind? Hurt.
    Just a few months ago, he sat upon a throne
    But the queen has fled and the court is empty
    Now the king sits alone.

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    The King Sits Alone

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