The King is Dead

"The King is dead, the king is dead

We know not why or how

He died opon his throne last eve

So who shall lead us now?"

         

Some people searched so far, and wide

To find the royal heir

Some people, preaching in the streets

Proclaimed they didn't care

    

But the nation fell to pieces

As the question braized each able brow:

"The king is dead, the king is dead

So who shall lead us now?"

The End

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