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I.
There once was a king on his throne of gold seated;
His courtiers in smiles were all standing around;
They heard him with news of fresh victories greeted;
The skies with the joy of his people resound;
And all thought this king was most thoroughly blest,
Till sadly he sigh'd forth his secret unrest:
His courtiers in smiles were all standing around;
They heard him with news of fresh victories greeted;
The skies with the joy of his people resound;
And all thought this king was most thoroughly blest,
Till sadly he sigh'd forth his secret unrest:
“How much more delight to my bosom 'twould bring
To feel myself happy, than know myself king!”
To feel myself happy, than know myself king!”
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