They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? They say one king is doddering and grey. They say one king is slack and sick of mind, A puppet for hid strings that twitch and play. Is Europe then to be their sprawling-place? Their mad-house, till it turns the wide world`s bane? Their place of maudlin, slavering conference Till every far-off farmstead goes insane?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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