The queen of the day is a mine or world,
The wordy person is a richer mayhem,
Those perpetrating sin are collected in sums.
The queens of the world that sing describe
A lordship to the whole western world,
Keeping hundreds of cold skies to the other self.
This day a king has delivered a sum of riches,
With a diamond on the throne so united in doses
That control the major realms of this world.
Inside the day is another day, a whole way,
The kings are absorbing the boring men,
Their busts are joined to the tasks of the museum.
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