No matter the riches I spent,
Happiness could I never lend.
A cosmic irony it be,
For the poorest of the rich, me.
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Kings lament
No matter the riches I spent,
Happiness could I never lend.
A cosmic irony it be,
For the poorest of the rich, me.
