@phoebsds
@phoebsds A reign of forty years o'er land and hills and streams, my royal palace scraping the celestial spheres, my shady forest looking deep like leafy dreams, what did I know of shields and spears? A captive now, I'm worn away: thinner I grow, my hair turns grey. O how can I forget the hurried parting day, when by the music band the farewell songs were played and I shed tears before my palace maid!
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