The king is colorful
So the king is attractive
The king
Is popular
Where king are not so much
But ah!
This king is poor
This king bears not
Glory
Nor power
No the arrows of envy
Attach not to him
And
He is spared them.
This my Monsignor
Is a king of hearts
For hearts love him
And
He possesses
The most important
Power
And the most important
Glory
The locks of the heart
All time, all places.
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