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peasants crawl within
the walls of my castle
they don’t know
that i watch them
they don’t know
anything at all
their garments
lack all color
their bare eyes
lack all color
but the true sad folk
sit around my dinner table
the true sad folk
know even less than the poor
only those who
walk with hunched backs
only those who
have absolutely nothing at all
have the dream of one day
shouting
“The king is dead!”
