I have not been selected for a crown
And I do not want the
Mimicry of a halo on me as I
Sit upon the throne I claim daily
Or kneel before it in an hour of need
Besides
It is only a flimsy castle in which I live
A poor fief to which I have no title
And where I have remained too long
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