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He Who is Fair
Beneath the cold and damp earth, There lives a wise and cunning King. He who is immortal and fair at birth, Whose life the thorny vines hath bring. / All through the ruthless winter, His Court falls into sleep, All through the raging summer, His Court made all men weep. / The Fair King brings endless wars, With a subtle wave of his silver hand. His Court battles under the burning stars, Blood flows thick across the men's land. / When he moves, nobody sees His sword that gleamed like glass. With it he slashed his enemies, Their bodies lifeless among the grass. / It is unwise for one to think, the Fair King's help is of great need. Heed the warning and do not drink, the cup of poison that is the King's deed. / All may seem so bright and fair, Promises and words con
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