The heart of a king

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In a realm where shadows dance and sway,
A king arose at dawn's first ray.
With crown of gold and heart so bold,
He led his people, stories untold.

His laughter echoed through the halls,
In times of joy, in times of falls.
A steady hand in stormy weather,
Uniting hearts, binding tether.

With wisdom deep as ancient seas,
He sought to rule with grace and ease.
For every challenge, every fight,
He stood as beacon, guiding light.

But whispers dark, they crept and spread,
Of envy, greed—a kingdom's dread.
Yet through the trials, he stood tall,
For love, he knew, would conquer all.

So here's to kings who strive to be
More than their crowns, more than decree.
In tales of old, their spirits reign,
In hearts of those who know their name.

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