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The King is dead, but did he ever live? Maybe once as a fanciful prince, prancing and prating in roguish youth, heart aglow with life's first love. But that prince, too, died, As a mantle of hoary grey was laid upon his shoulders, cold and stiff like the morning frost, leaden and heavy like the sarcophagus lid, from the burden of life he fled; The King is dead, but did he ever live?
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
The King
The King is dead, but did he ever live? Maybe once as a fanciful prince, prancing and prating in roguish youth, heart aglow with life's first love. But that prince, too, died, As a mantle of hoary grey was laid upon his shoulders, cold and stiff like the morning frost, leaden and heavy like the sarcophagus lid, from the burden of life he fled; The King is dead, but did he ever live?
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
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