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The Court is far away—
No Umpire—have I—
My Sovereign is offended—
To gain his grace—I’d die!

I’ll seek his royal feet—
I’ll say—Remember—King—
Thou shalt—thyself—one day—a Child—
Implore a larger—thing—

That Empire—is of Czars—
As small—they say—as I—
Grant me—that day—the royalty—
To intercede—for Thee—

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