Randomly Mused

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He opened his eyes to the chauffeur’s grace,
The world then was just in vain.
Panic was then all over his face
Realising he was not the ace.

Baking his eyes to the sun’s face
Down was the king in his own disgrace.
With piled up pain and burned up faith
Nothing seemed to help up his fate

He finally realized he was all too late
To take the sun and baby bath

Hadn’t the love just taken a leap
He didn’t have to weep so deep
For pain utterly guessed

My musings suddenly messed

Now all on his way onto sleep
He might just once more weep
Yet think he is blessed
To have given this test.

Guess I survived,
Solomon.

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