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He rose up to the throne wearing the stately attire;
His courtiers abreast of him, fueling him proudly – a blazing fire.
Ablaze, he proclaimed his laws, unquestionable; unfurled his supremacy
The aura he created sang the anthem of pride and arrogance, the diplomacy.
Afar his kingdom, someone lived in a humble cottage;
With his kins and kiths, wearing a vintage country joy, his privilege.
He celebrated in their harvest, he mourned in their fall.
He gifted his people treasure of love, in his humble cottage – a rare stall.
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