I have disclosed only before you, don't leak it out
If the king comes to know, we've had it
The fact keeps flowing with people
Walls bridges woods deserts so many
To whatever extent wherever it lies
The incorporeal fact amid the winds
The fact is about the king being nude
His splendid look even without cloths
The people keep whispering about the face
I've disclosed only before you,
Don't leak it out.
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