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Long live the king
All the peasants sing
They were slapped in the face
And fed him turnips
As he  did not turn up

The peasants sing
Long live the king
...
The turnips were poisoned
thanks again for feeding a child grown
with your acid samples
and gold-flakes.

good-to-know there's time after all
in the day.

and good-for-you to spare a pocket watch
captain of *****,
hands nearly clasping-
thin air.

Yes, haven't we met before?
was it forgotten at your door
a promise turned ****.

Oh by the way do you remember my face
in a black velvet glass
doubtful.

my scares are tender
by your
vicious tongue.

don't call me anymore.
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