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a star
a bone
a smile
a throne

one small tap and the glass broke
i can still hear the words you spoke
your smile outshines the sun
the kingdom made from the lies we spun
a bone thrown to the peasants of yesterday
at our feet they used to lay

now there is a price to pay

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