Disappointments were knocking
Every possible door,
And the situations were mocking
A great deal more,
Must have been steadily lacking
In getting to the core
Gotta recuperate in tracking
The good old lore,
Here no one is the only king
The chances are more,
Unfeignedly started packing
To get to the door.
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