My dear king,
Get out of here.
Delay not,
I know, within you,
There is only fear.
Fear has overtaken you,
My dear king,
Get out of here.
I know, you hate
The language of the people.
People are waiting there
To give you a lesson,
Dear king, get out of here,
And face your own destruction.
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