Thy face look'd well thin
Thy skin look'd pale
Thy body look'd well straight
Thou didst not have hands
Thou didst not have legs
Thou wert born in paraffin
Thou couldst stand up without hands and legs, but...
Thou couldst stand up e'en thy body wast not perfect
Thou tri'st standing up when...
Thou open'd thy eyes to see around the palace
The longer thou standst, the more thy body down...
Thy eyes were also increasingly dim
Thou letst thyself deing for the od'rs sincerely
What a heaven thou wert...! ! !
Where wert thou...? ? ?
What wert thou...? ? ?
I be nothing...
I did what I could do for the kyngdom...
I be somewhere...
I be in the dark palace to make bright...
I be the slave of the king of light...
I be the wax...
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