 
            
My dear king, 
Get out of here.
Delay not, 
I know, within you, 
There is only fear.
Fear has overtaken you, 
My dear king, 
Get out of here.
I know, you hate
The language of the people.
People are waiting there
To give you a lesson, 
Dear king, get out of here, 
And face your own destruction.                
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