Some sort of celebration was goin' on,
Just opened the door and inside I had gone,
As I was called, without intimating the same,
I didn't come simply for this hectic game,
Initially they didn't recognize me, by my face,
They didn't care for my lovely horrible pace,
I didn't opened my mouth, till they asked,
Reason my sweat? ' Under the sun I basked, '
I was simply smart they called me beautiful,
With the simplicity of my attire, dutiful,
Said, " I have not come for praise of a King,
I am neither a gem nor a coterie to sing, "
My arrival here to preserve myself in History
That's the reason you understood me, a mystery
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