I won't call you a king
I wouldn't even call you a leader
But nor are you a traitor
For your past is tragic
No magic can fix that
But it lingers still the sting that you hurt me
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King
I won't call you a king
I wouldn't even call you a leader
But nor are you a traitor
For your past is tragic
No magic can fix that
But it lingers still the sting that you hurt me