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Six feet under, never known. A memoir of a kingdom, that will never get their land. They will never understand, this very feeling that we have because our root gave birth again,
for our past is a poem, murdered by the hand, of death, and our worth, diminished. Our hearts were wild, and free. Royalty! portrayed as a mere, fluke; death to them, they shunted; Pain.
:tell me who we are! and what the future holds for us. why the skin we wear, is gold. But through the decades we were sold. Our tales not told and hearts from bold, to weak. BEHOLD!
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