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KING, THINK
Desolate places, Weeping faces, Blood traces, Embittered races, Fallen maces, Pathetic cases, Penury paces, Broken vases! O king ordained by the King, Why are your glances not seen? Hard work grows to robbery, Honesty bows to treachery, Intelligence wears the coat of con! Shall your eyes behold Th