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The Kings of Paradise (Other) by Spindle
Dark as night with the day's own light
the rays flicker and fall.
In the dim below all things do glow
the same one and all.
Here Royals hold court on the proud wooden support
yet never knowing they're there.
None of them caring, yet all of them sharing
that same knowing stare.
In front of their face roam jesters in lace
dancing round like the smoke in the sky.
But suddenly light gives them a good fright
and they all must say goodbye.
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