I kneel beneath your lonely throne,
Your sorrowful figure tethered to my eyes,
And even with your fresh spoils,
You cannot muster an ounce of delight,
For another soul to add to your collection,
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yours truly (Pseudonym) (
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Reminds me of the demise of nations.
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