Royalty.
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The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain,
The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain,
Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane,
These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,
To Your Highness, who sits in his throne
Once a year. The rusty crown
Waves its golden scepter, now opaque,
As a hammer shatters the national pride
