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| 232. The Dream I dreamed aloud Or was it a thought? My future plain to see I was sitting upon a throne My people at my feet I was the king But did not rule More a figurehead than not My counsel governed the land With force and an iron fist Executing rebels who got caught Then I awoke Though never did I sleep Drums and bugles blowing loud The masses took charge And took the throne by force The royalty given to the crowd Speeches were made More false than true But victory was their cry My sovereignty ended Without a last word A country born as the last one did die |
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