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8 comments on “ Like Dust Around My Throne

From my throne, I see her weep It feels as if my first born son has died; From my throne, I love her Even though, I am afar up in my palace; From my throne, I feel as if she is my wife Even though, we are not wed locked in holy matrimony; From my throne, I cast many stones Even though, her house is made of glass; From my throne, I fall.

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