I have told much
Of my story
As far as the past
Could remember,
The extremes of both
Birth and death
Concave within
My scepter.
Do you believe in miracles
Relayed by miseries
Or does my words seem profane
Unjustified by parodies?
I claim not
To be great
But bold
To tell you
All of these.
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