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A king whose crown is on his shoulders,
and not on his head,
it's not down on a throne of daily reality
among different images about a medieval future.
A monarch has a long life dreaming about a queen
about governing a bit of something
and is obliged to work and sleep without resisting
and he can't enjoy himself even dream.
Poor king, crossing the barriers of reality
he neither has voice or vote,
and nobody gives him loyalties
not even the poorer artisan
shows a certain reverence at his honor.
They don't let him govern even his head.
Too much pressure makes him loose his hopes
Of dreaming free, free of dreaming of submission.
