An Autumn Love Cycle/Little King

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Little King
From worshipping I now arise
Stunned and aghast, with open eyes
I see the real, the little you
I thought so gallant, brave and true.

A pity yet is mine, I fear,
Since wherefore comes this falling tear,
For none among your fawning throng
Will love you well, nor love you long.

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