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18 kings sang a song to their own glory
The assassin forgot the name of his kill
Nothing happened on the lonely hill where wolves had plied their trade
An emperor hesitated and lost all power
A tree fell and was heard by none
4 children found the lake where time does not pass
Deals were made behind the scene
Sorrow provided a common theme
The lost wandered uncharted plains and desired not to be found
